You are a tourist (part 2)

The last and final installment of "You are a tourist" ironically turns out to be the very first place I started out (because remember... for some reason I thought it was a good idea to write about my trip in non-sequential order). I'm so abstract. So if we rewind a weeks time then we should end up in Scarsdale, New York.

The drive from Pennslyvania to New York was no easy feat. If it's one thing I've learned it's that you should never trust your GPS. Printable mapquest directions, though dated are always reliable. If I had a dollar for every time my father swore at the GPS system I'd have front row tickets to see Death Cab this August. Though thankfully I had prepared a playlist to help ease the overbearing car ride. Three extraneously long hours later... we arrived at Miwa's house.

There's no denying the irresistible charm that these pictures exude. The amount of attractiveness Miwa and I possess is without a doubt... turning you on. I think we had just walked home in the rain prior to this picture being taken. So I completely understand if "a strain of lust was unleashed by the sight of our soaked bodies". Hoho. Oh cheesy vimeo videos... Anyways we walked to town, had lunch, and wandered around a bit before it started drizzling. I particularly enjoyed when Miwa flipped off a bunch of prepubescent boys riding in the backseat of a car. They were about twelve, or thirteen, and shouting really gross and vulgar things at passerbys. So it's raining. Miwa and I are huddled underneath an awning. It's cold. I'm eating frozen yogurt. These kids are making sexual gestures at us, and Miwa's giving them the middle finger. I wouldn't even have to be there to know that it paints a pretty funny picture.

And the winner of the cutest room goes to Miwa. I felt like I was walking into the Sanrio store every time I opened the door. For the rest of the time being we played the guitar (or I attempted to...), played various "Escape" games, had a wonderful dinner, and went to bed. Sidenote; Miwa's actually lucky to be alive... BECAUSE SHE OR YOU KEPT HITTING ME. With soft objects yes... but I will get you. Did I sound intimidating? It's probably hard to take someone who's only 5'0 seriously with weak threats like that, BUT MARK MY WORD. In all seriousness, if you are reading this I had a really (insert non cliche positive adjective) time. You can't imagine how much I appreciated your family's hospitality. By that I mean that I'm happy your mother didn't call Dateline, and Chris Hanson wasn't in your kitchen greeting me with a "why don't you have a seat over there". So out of all of my online internet friends, I'm glad I got a chance to stay with you.