Trip, Creepiness, Coolness, Parade, Mungry, Postcards & Reservations

I got up Saturday morning, got ready, left the house at 5:30 am. I eventually got to Times Square, picked up McDonalds Breakfast and headed over to the bus station. $21 and 7 minutes later I was on my way to Philly. I had pretty much worn myself out before I had even left the apartment, I was soooo tired, I slept most of the way there. It was pouring down rain and cold the entire day. Got to Philadelphia about 9:00 am. The bus station is across from the Market Place Metro station. I went in there, got directions and walked 4 long blocks down to the Independence Visitor’s Center. I got a ticket to see the 30 minute tour that started 10 minutes later. Our tour guide ROCKED! She was so knowledgeable and told cool stories for everything and was just so passionate about history, which I totally dig. Plus I was her favorite because I knew all the answers to her questions. Walked across the street, saw The Liberty Bell, couldn’t get a decent shot due to all the Asian Tourists all wanting individual pictures by it, walked back out, picked up a chestnut that fell on Chestnut Street for my scrapbook, got some postcards then set off for the Ben Franklin Post Office. I stopped by Campos on Market Street and had a Philly Cheese Steak with a Dr. Pepper, which words cannot express the utter awesomeness of this meal. I then got on the Metro to get to The AMTRAK station across town. I love old train stations. They are like Grand Halls and you just feel fancy being there. For $8, I took a train to Atlantic City. In Atlantic City, they have free shuttles to the casinos called Jitneys. They are like the Short Buses. I went to Resorts Casino and Hotel, gambled, had a buffet (the atmosphere reminded me of a 1970’s Wyatt’s Cafeteria), gambled some more, lost my ass and decided to come home. I walked to the Taj Mahal, got to the ticket office for the bus back to NYC and to my immediate horror, I realized I had less money than I thought. The bus ticket back was $28. I had $22 with all my change. In my mind I had 3 choices: 1. I could go out behind the hotel and sell my ass on the street. 2. I could call Momma and ask her to wire me some money. (I honestly would have done #1 before I would have done #2) or, #3. I could go win some money. So, I did the only respectable thing I knew how and put a $20 bill in a slot machine. 2 tries and I was up to $30 and I cashed out and 5 minutes later was on my way back to NYC. God does exist Y’all.

Clint and I rented Rosemary’s Baby the other night. He had never seen it and it scares the urine right out of me. Before we even got to the main menu something scary happened. We put in the DVD and this still picture of a man in from of a white backdrop and contorted in a strange way and was holding his hands up to his face and making a box with his hands. No movwement, just this guy. Inside the box was shadowed. Clint got up and ejected the DVD, put it back in and it played regular and Viacom/Paramount “Hey, don’t be like Boot-leg Lady” warning came up and there was nothing on the whole DVD like that ever again. I am creeped out and it gives me goose bumps just thinking about it.

I also watched 10 Questions for The Dali Lama and it was awesome. He is very likeable and he makes a lot of sense.

Tonite is The Greenwich Village Halloween Parade. I may go, I may not. I don’t know yet.

I am having a huge craving for cupcakes and good pizza. Or Chinese food. Yeah, Chinese Food. And cupcakes.

If you want on the RICKI POSTCARDS List, send me your complete name and address and I will be happy to oblige. I love sending postcards when I go places. I am probably the worst at finding the right things to write. I sent Fanky a card in from my Sr. Choir trip that said something along the lines of (actual name not used to protect the embarrassed) :

Dear Fanky,
It is hot. I am having fun. Jane Doe threw up on the bus.
Wish you were here.

La U, Ricki

Kirsten’s birthday is Saturday. We are going to a pub and then out for Noodle. I can’t wait!

If you want to come up here and see me, you need to make a reservation now. Seriously, now that I am moving home, I am being bombarded by requests. Keep in mind I am not The Four Seasons nor any other luxury resort, or anything that vaguely resembles a luxury resort or even a Bed and Breakfast, but, I can let you crash, I will do my best to accommodate, but I cannot guarantee any more tours - Chick’s gotta work.