We arrived yesterday after driving cross-country through Indiana and Ohio. We rented "Lord of the Rings" on tape from the library, but the book on CD was truly awful. I mean, almost trippy. As soon as the character for Sam's father, "The Gaffer," started squealing (and skipping, thanks to the scratched CD), we turned it off in favor of CDs. Here is our rocking playlist:
- The Who, "Live at Leeds"
- Liz Phair, "Somebody's Miracle"
- Ben Folds, "Ben Folds Live"
- Gomez, "Liquid Skin"
- Frank Zappa & the Mothers, "Roxy & Elsewhere"
- The Beatles, "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"
- Radiohead, "OK Computer"
- Led Zeppelin, "Led Zeppelin II"
- XTC, "Upsy Daisy Assortment"
After lunch, Dave went off with the boys for the groom's bachelor party, and I went off by myself to Hershey's Chocolate World.
Sweet fucking Jesus.
This ride was like "It's a Small World" in diabetic hell. And at the end of the tour ride, they set you (and about 4,000 children) loose in the largest concentration of chocolate on the planet:
Holy seizure-induced crackpipe, Batman.
I only bought a few Reese's bars and a bag of mint chocolate chips, but I saw people filling up grocery baskets with chocolate. I'd hate to try to put those kids to bed tonight.
Talk about branding a product - this type of exposure is dizzying.
At any rate, I also picked up some Joseph Schmidt truffles at the Hershey World Cafe, because an outlet mall checkout lady recommended them to me. Can't wait to eat them!
Anyway, while Dave is out with the boys, I'm going to crochet and work on my law review paper a bit. (And maybe I'll have some chocolate, too.)