|Give me all your biscuits!|
|Who got popcorn?|
3. The weather. We spent two weeks in Connecticut and I had finally accepted winter. Sure, it's cold and I cried a few times, but with two sweatshirts and a winter coat making me look like the Michelin Man, I could bare walking five blocks outdoors. I was ready for winter! Then came Erie. When I first stepped off the bus, Old Man Winter punched me with his bloated fist. But it was late at night and Old Man Winter is nocturnal, right? Well, he doesn't sleep in Erie. My ambitions to shop and eat at all the box stores and chain restaurants were dashed with Winter's backhand. I barely made it to the Mexican restaurant and Wal-Mart on our first day. For the rest of the week, I just looked out the window and shook my fist at the gray winter days. No one should have to be outside in that gloomy freezer! When I ran out of food, I resorted to hoarding cookies from the front desk and Applebee's.
|Someone would pay good money for this view.|
We left Erie on a bus, crunching and sliding through a white-out blizzard, but even a fake Mayan apocalypse couldn't stop us from getting out there. Erie probably has more to offer when Old Man Winter leaves for the southern hemisphere, but another hen can check it out for me.