So Meggan has come and gone. We had an AWESOME week. Awesome. We traipsed through the historic part of Old City, posing with statues like "The Signer," a statue of one of the guys that signed the Declaration of Independence. It's not that I wasn't paying attention and don't know which guy it's supposed to be; the City and National Park Service don't know either. We drove to Baltimore to watch some roller derby. We hung out in the cemetery that The Sixth Sense was filmed in. We went out for cheesesteaks. We had some trouble with Meggan's Cali ID at the tattoo parlor but eventually got Meggan a (parent approved) tattoo. We hung out in the cemetery that the chase scene in National Treasure was filmed in (and got an awesome mini-tour from the historian there!). The girlfriend tried, unsuccessfully, to get Meggan to eat scrapple. We went to Edgar Allan Poe's house. We did a self-guided walking tour of Center City murals. Meggan took her first cab and subway rides. We hung out in the cemetery where John Barry, the father of the US Navy, buried both of his wives. One right on top of the other. We got gelato, water ice and Philly soft pretzels (more firsts for her). I slept for 15 straight hours after she left.
There is a stack of books on my desk waiting to be reviewed, including Incarceron and Dirty Little Secrets. There are also over 100 unread emails in my inbox and all of your blogs to catch up with. I may go back to bed, but rest assured that regular reviewing will start up again very soon.