We awoke to a pancake breakfast in Charleston courtesy of the wonderfully hospitable Brenda and Tommy. It was by far our earliest morning, but we had 11 hours to Philly, and the day awaited us. After breakfast and obligatory play time with the puppy, we hopped in the car with me in the driver's seat. Izzy and I party rocked the front seats and bumped our way up I-95 with only minimal bursts of road rage. Luckily, we had a whole new set of South of the Border signs to admire (Favorite: Put some junk, in your trunk!).
We cruised up the eastern seaboard with little to no excitement. It was a long day in the car. We continue to look like hobos eating meals off of the top of the car, and our hygiene, across the board, was somewhat lacking.
Rizzo took the wheel after lunch and I promptly snoozed. Awaking hours later in D.C, we engaged in some hearty philosophizing on the nature of free will, ultimately reaching no definitive conclusions. We'll get back to you when we figure everything out.
Finally arriving in Philly, we were greeted once again with open arms and good food. Dinner was excellent, as was the homemade Limoncello, and the evening was everything we could hope for after 11 hours in the car. After the food was cleared, the Bananagrams were unleashed (along with the aforementioned Limoncello), and many of peel was had.
Unfortunately, because of work (who has to work?!), Scott and Sara had to leave us, so we went downstairs to play some youthful games of luck and skill. Not that it matters or anything, but Jay and I totally won. Just sayin'...
Aaaaaannnndddd that's all folks! Tune in for the next installment, when the Wolfpack grows by one.
--Nick
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