I decided to go home this weekend since it’s my sister’s last weekend before college (OMFG!) and also because I have a lot going on for the next million weekends, so I should see my parents and my dog while I should.
|Um, HELLO?! Look at this face! Why would I not go home?|
Also I wanted to score some Belleria sauce! I used Ragu the other day on some eggplant parmesan I was slaving over, and it SUCKED. I must remember: the sauce makes the dish.
So I drove up on Friday after work and my car promptly BARFED all over the driveway. My parents took the car in and it wasn’t fixed until last night at like 8…and thus, I was stuck in Youngstown. However, this situation isn’t rare. TONS of people get stuck in Youngstown. But I guess tons of people also escape, as demonstrated by this chart:
BAM! When have you ever seen some statistics like this in a lowly fashion blog? I think I just crossed into a whole other realm of blogging.
But seriously, 51.3% of the population has left? I feel sort of bad that I’m contributing to this. I love Youngstown, the way someone might feel an affinity towards their shitty worn-in shoes which, while they are comfortable, because they’re broken down, you just can’t wear them for very long.
Once I saw Bruce Springsteen in concert (FO FREE! Thanks OSU!), and when he played this song, I was one of the three people that screamed.
Bruce acts like it’s so bad, but it’s really not because the food is awesome.
Anyhow, I’m still leaving today.