and here’s where the weekend in NJ w/ Gene has gone to hell. It is raining officially like a motherfucker in Philly and my flight has been delayed until 4:20. (Here’s hoping the pilot isn’t a stoner).
So now I’m stuck in PA and I haven’t even begun my exciting day of flight yet. I knew something was weird when I didn’t have to wait to get through security. (Amazing).
Here’s how my weekend was otherwise: Gene picked me up about 11-ish Friday night. It was SO NICE to see him!!! It totally felt like the old days when we were dating and I’d fly into Cheesecake City or wherever to spend a weekend with him. Saturday, we wandered around and had breakfast at a coffee shop and then drove around the Princeton campus. I thought about buying a Princeton alumnae shirt but decided against it as it would devalue the shirt’s worth if they let a Ball State grad like ME wear it. (It would also devalue the shirt because I just tried to spell the word “shurt”).
Gene showed me the office park where he works. It’s one of those fancy “campus” settings with a day care and a cafeteria. The amount of land was huge and as we drove around the city he kept saying “And here’s another building where I had to go for a meeting” or, my favorite, “and here’s the building for the big wigs with the helopad”.
Some of my coworkers joked with me that I’d get here and Gene would surprise me by making me go look for houses for sale because he’s been relocated. Fortunately, NO. And I say fortunately because it turns out I wasn’t too thrilled with NJ. Gene’s been here off and on for the last few month and he keeps complaining because there are no restaurants that serve anything other than A) pizza/Italian or B) wings. HE’S RIGHT! Eeesh. I was reminded again that I don’t like old cities. Just don’t. Cheesecake City, being part of the New South, is not an old city. I hear that Los Angeles is the same way, but luckily Cheesecake isn’t that far gone YET. I know there are good parts of NJ and good parts of Philly but I also know that I didn’t see any of it this weekend.
(Hell yeah I’m a princess. What of it?)