I returned home from Pittsburgh at about 2:30 this morning. The
return-trip was much better than the toward-trip, mainly because,
except for a bit of confusion at the beginning, I knew where I was
going, and I was farely-well[1] rested. The duration was about two
hours less, on the return-trip (\~12 hours to, \~9:30 fro, I
think). I think that, in the future, I should keep driving and
staying up for 30 hours mutually exclusive--the power-napping thing
does appear to work surprisingly well, though.
There was an impressive car-wreck on the way to (one *flipped
over* and the other with only minor frontal damage apparent), but
it didn't involve me.
The party was spectacular. I met interesting people and cats (the
latter weren't actually at the party). I got lei'd by hose
(OK--that's a phonic pun that just doesn't work well in print; the
shock-value is missing) and shaved an Indian man in a collaborative
minor makeover-effort.
I was later treated to fresh diner-pierogies, served a coffee-house
chai in an actual *glass mug* (as opposed to a paper cup) along
with an amazing gigundo-macaroon, and given an opportunity to
marvel at a "cumpie's" (I shit you not) convience-store.
I got my departure-lunch/-dinner/-supper/-whatever from a
drive-through *Arby's* and refueled at strangely-named
Pennsylvania-local(?) stations (`Quik Fill' and `Sheetz').
Fleet called with concern in the sudden and dramatic change in my
spending-habits, figuring that the rapid
billing-stuff-at-hot-topic-and-a-half-dozen-fuel-stations-between-nashua-an=
d-pittsburgh-and-a-return-and-double-repurchase-at-relax-the-back-to-my-card
binge *must* have been due to someone misappropriating my card
(defalcating, peculating, and malversating, too, my dictionary
tells me; wow--those are cool words). It's nice to know that the
big-bankers watch over me benevolently.
I also now have a collection of several bizarre maple-products that
I picked up in Massachusetts.
Arby's fries beat the hell out of Burger King's.
[1] is a pun.
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