Last night, after the MS ride was over, Aaron and I had dinner at a tasty place in Wayne. Theresa's I think. The food was tasty. The service was lacking (I swear, the waiter was nowhere to be found). There were these screaming children. In both sides of the restaurant. It was like stereo terror. My hopes are that Becki's kids aren't like that (or at least they aren't taken to restaurants while like that). Not sure why I mentioned it, but just feel like some basic stuff I forget to write about.
Still sore from the MS ride. Still excited about Drexel.