Philadelphia

So here are the never-before-seen shots of my first train ride.

The ride from New York City to Philadelphia is a straight shot through The Garden State, New Jersey.  I'm sure it was lovely  (or at least that's what we're all supposed to say since The Boss lives there.)

To be honest I was still worn out from the crazy night with The Rothmans so I just slept.  Besides, all the excitement came in the last minute of the ride.  The train lunged as it entered the station in Philadelphia and a man standing beside me started to topple over.  

Right on top of me! 

I don't know if you've ever had 175 lbs of antsy-man-who-desperately-needed-to-get-off-the-train-at-the-first-possible-second coming crashing down on you but let's just say it's enough to moisten your diaper.  

But as he was going timber, flailing for something to break his fall, Mom, Dad, and a few other passengers grabbed him to keep this New Guy from becoming a Brand New Pancake.

Here's Dad and me just outside the train station.

Uncle Hobart (again with the uncles...) came and picked us up in his big body Benzo.  So yeah, I was rolling in style.  He lent us his car so we could drive to Far & Colleen's wedding an hour north of town in Bucks County, PA.

Here's me & Hobes in Rittenhouse Square.

   
We drove Hobart's pimpmobile (am I spelling that right?) up into the beautiful Pennsylvania countryside.  The wedding was so fun.  A lot of people held me.  

This imam later shattered convention by wailing on some bagpipes during the reception.

If you have time, here's a link to their stunning wedding pics.  

Far & Colleen's Wedding Photos 

Good luck making it through the slideshow without tearing up.  

I've said it before and this was no exception....I always cry at weddings.

Then it was back to the Hampton Inn in Warrenton, PA.

The Hampton Inn in Warrenton, PA also happens to be the trivia answer when someone asks me where I was when I found out Osama Bin Laden was a goner.  Evidently that dude hated me for my freedoms.  He'd probably be disappointed to learn I sleep in a cage and can't even consistently roll over, much less move about freely.

Before you know it we were back on the road again.  We picked up Uncle Hobart in his own car, had a glorious lunch at a sidewalk cafe where the waiter was strangely enamored with my socks, and then Hobes dropped us off at the airport.

I was sad to leave.

But also excited to see my Auntie Claire again in Chicago, along with Uncle Derek & Penelope this time!

To be continued....