There's no place like home...there's no place like home...

Well...Binghamton was doing a pretty nice job there for a while. But Binghamton lacks Mr. Philly. Binghamton also lacks "Oceanside's Only 24-Hour Bagel Deli", but that one is more generic than Mr. Philly. You can get bagels all over, maybe not at 2 am, but that's not the point. You can't get Mr. Philly everywhere.

The only time my order was right was when a friend ordered in Spanish for me. I always get a cheese and onion cheesesteak...oh god...the food is so good. Amazingly bad for you, but tasty. Buttered Cheesesteak. They're NOT joking. The fries are pretty good too. I'm going to die from a clog in something vital by the end of the summer. I'll just have to ski the clogs away...yeah, that'll work. Sure.

I, of course, hung with my peoples the first moment I could after the trip. Which means that once my computer was set up, I was good to go. I got a cheesesteak, which is why I mentioned them. Oh, the bliss! The joy!

Well, it wasn't THAT good, I guess. But it was tasty.

And with my internal tubing thus hardened, I slept well in my cot-sized bed and dreamed of floppy disks. I couldn't hear the snoring, so I really did sleep.

There's no joy that measures up to finally getting home.

...well...no joys that you get when you're single anyway. ;)