Well, up at the crack of dawn to make the trek back to southeastern Pennsylvania today. Once we’ve arrived safely, you’ll get your much-awaited synopsis of the weekend.
Only thing I can tell you now is that it took us six fucking hours to make the trip down on Friday, the majority of which was spent on the on-ramp for the Lincoln Tunnel. Never have I spent so much time eagerly awaiting the opportunity to pass -at a crawl – through a one-and-a-half mile long tunnel subject to the pressure of hundreds of tons of water from the Hudson River.
Why do I worry about these things?