Long Island Weekend

We took a quick weekend trip to Long Island to celebrate Mordecai's dad's X0th birthday. I basically ate and slept all weekend, which were kind of exhausting activities, but of course, in a good way. No matter how often I travel, and how far away or nearby I go, it appears that I never pack well. But at the last minute, I decided to take my DSLR (but forgot to remove the relatively compact but dense G9 from my suitcase), and this turned out to be a smart move because we visited the north shore after receiving only residual effects of the weird winter storm that passed through the east coast. I've decided that I need to either see a skyscraper or set foot into Target while I'm away from home; we didn't go to the city this time, but thankfully, Commack has Targets, and one of them even has Mordecai's giraffe-loving former substitute teacher browsing the cleaning product aisle!

In other news: I'm falling in love with the iPad2; baseball is over (farewell Tigers/baseball post on TBOB still planned); I'm waiting until I can drink ginger ale again with baseball award announcements; I don't know why it's so hard to come up with a prospectus; I'm inspired by Aoyama Thelma (in bed by 10PM) and Crystal Kay (in bed by 9:30PM!) to sleep and rise early; I ran into Dr. Chrucky, the reason why I am studying philosophy, and he is as eccentric as ever; and I'm looking forward to the holidays. But most of all, why is it so hard to come up with the prospectus, even when you're told you won't follow it?!