Ok, I'm gonna start posting details about the trip. It might be slow in coming since I have a yard sale this weekend we're trying to get ready for, but I'll update this as fast as I can. I'm thinking you can expect links to pictures next week sometime, when I get a chance to scan them all in. And I'm using Nar's fantabulous recap as a guide for myself, since my memory has holes in it like Swiss Cheese.

Friday: Well, I was awake at 2:30 AM to be able to leave my house by 4 and make sure I got to the airport in plenty of time. I thought check in was going to take forever, but as it turns out, Delta has some sort of automated check in thing now if you bought and e-ticket. So I scanned my credit card and out pops my boarding passes. Took all of 5 minutes, so, my mom and I went and got breakfast at the Burger King in the airport. We hung around until about 6 something, then I got onto the monorail thing to take me over to the boarding gates. I get into Atlanta, go over to the other gate to catch my connecting flight. So, we start to board and we have to actually go outside. It was friggin cold out in Atlanta. It was only about 8:30 AM, and here I was walking up the planes stairs. Glad I had my jacket. The plane from Atlanta to Islip was tiny, holding maybe 70 people max. Kind of cramped, but not too bad.

So, I get into Long Island and I walk out to go find Reg and her mom. We had decided on a meeting place the night before when I had called Nar and Reg. Reg said she'd be wearing all black, and let me tell you, that tidbit of information surprised me. NOT. Anyway, she said her mom would be in black too and they'd be in front of this sailboat thing. So I walk that way, and I was positive I walked by them, but Reg didn't see me I think, and I didn't want to go "Hey! Are you Nicole?" since her mom thinks we knew each other when I went to school there for a semester. Heh. So, I go to a pay phone to call my mom and tell her I'm there. Anyway, Reg and I see each other, we're like hey, we all decide that we had indeed walked by each other. We get my luggage and Reg's mom takes us to the train station. As Nar already said, she'd had a flat tire, so she couldn't get to the airport. So we all decided to meet at this big 3D mural thing in Penn Station. Nar called Reg's cell while we were on the train and we all figured we'd be getting to Penn around the same time. So Reg and I go to the mural thing and wait. And wait. And wait some more. And still no Nar. By this time, I figure one of us is at the wrong place. Finally Nar calls Reg's cell and we're like where are you. She happened to be standing like 10 feet from us. It was funny.

So we go get on the train to take us back to Nar's. We get off at the train stop by her house and then the parking lot ordeal happened. It's funny now, but then it wasn't because it was freezing. So we finally get to her house and holy crap. Nar don't get embarassed, but jesus! Her house is huge! She had told me it was big but I was still unprepared. My whole house could probably fit in her basement. So, we get into the house, she takes us on a tour. Then we did gift exchange. I got Nar HP bookends and Nar and I got Reg a set of Farscape DVDs each. Nar got me an Aisha doll, which for those of you that don't know is the kind of Neopet I have, a book that's got wisdom from a Bulldog and the Dixie Chicks CD. Ignore what I wrote about the book earlier. I got it confused with the one Kristin gave me for graduation. Whee!! Reg got me the new Tori Amos CD and this little jewelry box. I love presents! I'd tell you what she got Nar, but I forget cause I suck. So then we ordered some Chinese cause we were starving and sat down to watch Farscape. And then we went to bed.

Saturday: To let everyone know, I am not a morning person. I think it's ungodly to have to get up before noon. Reg, on the other hand, is up with the rooster, I swear. It's just wrong. Nar isn't a morning person either. So she and I get up around 11 or 12 I guess and Reg had already been awake for several hours. We were planning on going to see The Two Towers this day but not until late afternoon, so we showered and ate some breakfast. Then they had me drag out the videos I had brought up with me of me and my intramural softball team playing, my roommate Babita's dance recital thing, and my house. So we watched those, which weren't exciting in my opinion, but that could be because I live them everyday. Although I did go stupid every time I saw my dog on the videos. He's just so adorable! Aww. Anyway. We watched the last new ep of Btvs because I hadn't seen it. I had forgotten to set up my tape while I was gone studying for a final with my friend Kurt. I was so upset that I had missed it, but thankfully Nar had it on tape. We watch that then head out to go see The Two Towers.

Now, I'd had kind of a headache all day, but I had taken some tylenol and I was hoping it would go away. It didn't. And the headache also was not helped by this woman in the theater that had put on an entire bottle of perfume. So by halfway through the movie, I had a really bad migraine and I was feeling nauseous because my head hurt so bad. And I fell asleep. Yes, I fell asleep during TTT, but I really felt like crap. And to prove my case, I got sick as soon as we got back to Nar's. So I decided to lay down and nap for a while because that tends to make the headaches go away for me. Not sure what Reg and Nar did while I slept, so you should read Nar's recap to see. But I do know they ate chips and salsa, which I LOVE. Mmmmm. How do I know this? When I woke up, I went down to the basement where we watched all the Farscape stuff on Nar's projector screen. And I smelt the chips and salsa about 2 seconds after I got down there. I have a keen sense of smell when it comes to food. So then we went back upstairs and ate leftover Chinese. I tried General Tsao's Chicken for the first time, and I have to say, that's my new favorite chinese dish. Mmmm. Then we went back down and watched more Farscape. We watched Farscape every night. Since I had napped, I wasn't as tired and I saw all the eps while Nar and Reg fell asleep on the couches. I had never seen any of these eps, so it was great to see them.

Arrg, blogger deleted this, so posting again. My sister's boyfriend and his roommate were arguing over which type of government exists in pimp society. Here's their chat transcript. It's hysterical. Read it, weigh in on your choice. :-)

Cmmsplace: Man you are just full of dates lately. Last night with IT'S PAT!, tonight with ROBIN HOOD'S GIRLFRIEND, and recently with THE HOMOSEXUAL.
The 4th HM: I know. I'm such a pimp.
Cmmsplace: Pimps don't have dates, stupid.
The 4th HM: Yes they do. When they're not selling them.
The 4th HM: I sell pat on the street corner for dirt cheap when I'm not having dates with him.
The 4th HM: Aaron loves a bit of mantang from pat. He pays big.
Cmmsplace: Who would date a pimp? They just take the women they want....its anarchy.
Cmmsplace: A barbarian society
The 4th HM: Yes, it is. And I'm the king of the pimps
The 4th HM: I'm Pimpy McPimpenheimer.
Cmmsplace: There is no king in anarchy dumbass, that would make it a monarchy.
The 4th HM: If it's a barbarian society, it's not anarchy.
Cmmsplace: Sure it is, survival of the fittest.....which eventually after time would turn into an aristocracy.
The 4th HM: Anarchy, by definition, is an absence of any form of political authority. If it's a barbarian society, it's presemed they're the ones in charge of said society. No one said barbarians are stupid.
Cmmsplace: Barbaric as in fighting, taking what one wants for ones self....not necessarily a selective group of BARBARIANS ruling the others.
The 4th HM: Still, that's something, that's not anarchy.
Cmmsplace: As in a post-appocalliptic world where no government rules (anarchy) and people kill others for what they want (barbarianism).
The 4th HM: Being a pimp isn't that. Being a pimp has strict guidelines. There's certainly an order behing it all. Pimps have underlings, and territories.
The 4th HM: Just like countries. or feudal city-states.
Cmmsplace: How does it have strict guidelines? If you look at groups of pimps in that respect then it would be like an aristocracy with some owning property and others owning other property. However, what goes on for the pimps themselves would be anarchy because there would be no one governing them to take what they wanted (women).
The 4th HM: Who says women aren't property in a pimp society? In medival times women were sometimes no more then a personal commodity. In the middle east, they have no rights at all, and can even be put to death if their husband wishes. Pimps, on that note, treat their women (ie, bitches), much better then any of these people do. They're just property. Like land (teritories), or cars, or cash.
Cmmsplace: Well even so, in an anarchy whose to say that you only take food or people or something, you could take land or money.
The 4th HM: CDS Massive: its a social order like socialism
The 4th HM: Why socialism?
CDS Massive: becuase everyone gets everything equally ;-)
Cmmsplace: lol
The 4th HM: They could, but there are consiquences if you do. You can't take food or land from a neighboring pimp because he'd wage war on you.
Cmmsplace: War is a barbaric solution.
The 4th HM: It's an aristocracy. They have vassals, and servants who pay tribute.
Cmmsplace: Who would the vassals and servants be?
The 4th HM: The pimp running said territory would be the king. The other pimps and drug dealers working for him would be his vassals, and hoes his servants.
Cmmsplace: You are making it a monarchy again...which its not.
The 4th HM: How is it not a monarchy?
Cmmsplace: There is no king. The pimps are all in the same land.
The 4th HM: Then it's controlled communism, in the same vein as russia was.
Cmmsplace: Russia is a big land of pimps?
The 4th HM: ..Uh, yes. That's all that is in russia. Pimps, hoes and snow.
Cmmsplace: How is it communism? I don't think the hoes want to be out there.
The 4th HM: So what? They're just property
Cmmsplace: Yeah but you were saying in a true communist societ(not Russia as you forementioned) that they would be continually shared among the other pimps. Therefore your Russian annology is flawed.
The 4th HM: How is it flawed?
Cmmsplace: If they are property shared by all much like houses, then it would be a pure communist society which is not like Russia.
The 4th HM: based on your example, they were communist. They aren't. It's a monarchy. Or in some extreme situations, an aristocracy.
Cmmsplace: WHAT THE HELL I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS! Your example was the one of communism and now you are switching it to a monarchy which I believe it is not. A "Master Pimp" as it were does not exist, he is purely propaganda created by the Taliban.
The 4th HM: How is the Taliban involved in this? It isn't! There is always someone in charge!
Cmmsplace: The Taliban is always involved.
The 4th HM: Aw snap.
The 4th HM: I'm asking Shearer about this on Friday.
Cmmsplace: Good!
The 4th HM: Fine!
Cmmsplace: I like arguing with you when I should be reading.
The 4th HM: I don't like it. Ass hat.
Cmmsplace: Atleast im not a Top Ass Hat.
The 4th HM: That would be LBJ. or Robin Hood.
Cmmsplace: No, that would be you.
The 4th HM: Robin Hood, my friend. He's the Top Ass Hat.
Cmmsplace: Ok.
The 4th HM: Yup
Cmmsplace: He may be the Top Ass Hat, but he is by no means a fuck up like you.
The 4th HM: I fixed my fucked up ways.
Cmmsplace: You shall still be a fuck up in my books.
The 4th HM: Then you can't use my books.
The 4th HM: HA HA HA
Cmmsplace: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111
Cmmsplace: I am asking Mary's sister about it.
The 4th HM: They will all agree with me.
The 4th HM: and so will Shearer, mark my words.

Heh. So, what do you think? Leave me a comment with you answer. I'm personally going with tyranny. And a real update is coming soon, including a trip play by play. :-)

And Chris' roommate, who was the other one participating in this discussion has kindly asked me to add his email to the end of this post so, as he put it "all the fine hoes out there can come to be servants of mine, under my totally awesome monarchy." So, if you'd enjoy that, email him at cwitten@fit.edu His name is Carroll. I'm sure he'll get lots of emails. ;-)