The alarm on Emily's phone is the shrillest sound this side of Enrique Inglesias' falsetto. We kept hitting the snooze button, but the phone eventually succeeded in getting us out of bed. After deciding against Red Carpet Inn's continental breakfast (which, for the record, only consists of coffee and Hostess Honey Buns), we packed up the car and headed north for Ohio.
Emily's relatives live in Canton, the former home of such illuminaries as Marilyn Manson, Macy Gray, and President McKinley. If you head a few miles north, you'll reach Chuck Klosterman's former stomping grounds in Akron. And no matter where you go, you're sure to be surprised by the number of ice cream shops that dot the Ohio landscape like so many blades of grass. We counted several before pulling into Uncle Rick and Aunt Cathy's driveway.
The rest of the day was spent relaxing with Emily's relatives, all of whom are quite nice and hospitable. We tossed a frisbee in their backyard, played in their creek, got attacked by their killer plants (dry nettles?? I need to Wikipedia that), ate their lasagna, and slept in their Tempurpedic-padded bed. It was a good day, so we decided to stay another night before heading to Ann Arbor.
- Andrew
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Andrew, it was great spending time with you & Emily. I'm so sorry that it was merely 55 minutes after Stacy and I returned from a weekend camping adventure. We were both exhausted and I was out of clean underwear, hence the hasty adieu.
Good luck with your interview! I look forward to our paths crossing again.
Kind Regards,
Casey Wise
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