Wow.So much to say. Guess I'll start with the fact that my dad went to grad school at Penn (undergrad at Villanova), and my mom really wanted me to go there, but I nixed the idea cause I didn't want to live in Philly or at home. I did have a friend in college who did grad school at Penn, and I visited her once in a place that sounds remarkably like 4609.
You have so much in there that reminds me of home, college & grad school. South St., cheesesteaks,Russian finals (my college bf did really badly in it because of me).
Also, "How the fuck am I supposed to know how many light bulbs there are in New York City?" made me crack up! It brought back horrid memories of b-school job interviews, esp. the urban myth that circulated about one interviewer who asked the interviewees to open a window, which was nailed shut unbeknownst to them, just to see how they would handle the situation! Plus "going down the shore"...oh my, that phrase definitely hits the mark!
I guess I should also mention how much I loved the story itself. After a week of mourning my mil's death, I really needed some schmoop, and you came through big time! Thanks for helping to start my day off the right way, bb! :)
Where do I start?
You have so much in there that reminds me of home, college & grad school. South St., cheesesteaks,Russian finals (my college bf did really badly in it because of me).
Also, "How the fuck am I supposed to know how many light bulbs there are in New York City?" made me crack up! It brought back horrid memories of b-school job interviews, esp. the urban myth that circulated about one interviewer who asked the interviewees to open a window, which was nailed shut unbeknownst to them, just to see how they would handle the situation! Plus "going down the shore"...oh my, that phrase definitely hits the mark!
I guess I should also mention how much I loved the story itself. After a week of mourning my mil's death, I really needed some schmoop, and you came through big time! Thanks for helping to start my day off the right way, bb! :)