Yep, that's right. Tomorrow morning I fly to Montreal, home of cheap Canadian money and (hopefully) cheap, cool clothes. I intend to shop like mad on this vacation; I've been jonesing for a pair of leather pants and Philadelphia ain't the place to get 'em.
I found out that the plane in which Ed and I will ride is a double- prop. That's a first for me, and I'm wondering if I need to settle any philosophical questions before I board. Just in case I don't come back, I want my books to go to Dan, my furniture to Sean, and I want everyone to fight over what little money I'll leave behind. Considering the paltry amount that is, I expect the conflict will be as titanic as, say, a red bolster pillow doing battle against a toaster.
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