The walk home from dinner was surreal. The city was almost completely dark yet the city streets were mobbed with people. More specifically, people yelling and shouting and drinking smoking. Way too overtired to be dealing with the hippy-jamesqe nonsense that was starting to brew - I decided to pack it in early. The pastry shop right next to the entrance to my apartment had set up on the streets and were selling all their treats for fifty cents a piece (trying to get rid of them before they spoiled)!
Right after I arrived at John and Lori's, my Uncle Walt and Aunt Ann (who live ten minutes from Asbury) were kind enough to pick me up to head down to Medford, NJ to go to my cousin Steve's graduation party. (He just finished up at Virginia Tech.)
Fatty, being pretty much the nicest, most thoughtful person you're likely to ever meet, brought a housewarming cake from the bakery around the corner from his place.