So, here I am.
Yes, to make a long story short, I'm really here in Switzerland. Yes, the view is lovely, yes, the campus is cool, yes, I've met lots of new people. That will have to wait, while I tell the aforementioned long story against better judgment.My journey began with a 4-hour car ride from my home in
The Guggenheim was cool, although at the time it was showcasing a certain artist and the whole experience was rather single-minded. The artist, Robert Prince (that’s right, the artist known as Prince), was famous for writing dirty jokes on giant, monochromatic canvasses, and, I suppose, for getting them put in art galleries. It was interesting the first time, but after the sixth twenty-foot-tall “There once was a man from
After the Guggenheim we took the subway to the Carnegie Deli, where we got truly monstrous quantities of meat. Seriously, I estimate they took a good 35% of a cow and put it between two slices of whole grain, and served it to my 15-year-old brother. I personally got a hamburger that looked like it was traced with a full-size Frisbee. We followed this up with a wad of strawberry cheesecake that would probably put a diabetic into a coma from fifteen paces, and then we all promptly died.
Dr. Hibbert: Looks like beef poisoning!
Diners: *GASP!*
Dr. Hibbert: ...Probably from some other restaurant.
Diners: Aaah. *go back to eating*
Hotels in
Before I was due to leave at the airport we visited the
Then, we were hitting up the gift shop which just happened to have a large glass window that looked out at the curb where we parked. I was browsing various artistic doodads when I heard my mom yelling, “Hey! They’re towing our car!” Her tone was not overly surprised, nor very urgent, simply an announcement of her intention and its cause. I freaked out and looked around for my dad but I couldn’t see him. I ran for the door and caught a glimpse of him, looking confused, as I left.
Across the street the tow truck was blinking its lights as my mom was scrambling to escape its clutches. As I got outside she was already backing up and pulling away from the curb. She crossed the street and pulled up alongside us, and we ran after the moving car, opened the door and jumped in like action heroes, and sped off before any more disasters could befall us.
I like to imagine the tow-truck driver describing that day’s adventure: “Aye, she was a beaut’, that big red ’03 Honda Odyssey. Catch o’ the day, big as yer livin’ room. But she slipped right off me hook. Arr.”
Then, to make a long and emotional three hours short, I arrived at JFK International, said goodbye to my family, checked my luggage, and got on a plane. The rest...to come!
Addendum: Ha ha ha, the Prince site I linked to had gotten a cease and desist notice from the courts.
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This is a hoot.
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