Oh dear. I’ve had quite the reality check tonight. The “Oracle Of YouTube” showed me just how vast the distance between New York and Philly, and how far my relocation journey has taken me. 3 hours by car? 1 hour by train? Not even close. In moving from New York to Philly, I went from being ….
to being ….
Let all that profoundness wash over you for a moment, while I dial my therapist. Where’s my therapist’s number? Oh, I don’t have a therapist. Well, at least my Philly love interest (Robert Hays) will be way hotter than my New York “Donald” — that is, if he ever shows up for taping, so to speak. Hope he wasn’t murdered for his iPod before I got here.
Still, it could be worse: (a) It could be raining (my favorite “Young Frankenstein” quote, and that’s saying a lot) and (b) I could have moved to Indianapolis instead. By so doing, my inner Marlo would have bypassed my inner Donna entirely, only to become …oh, it’s too horrible to contemplate, so watch the YouTube video instead to figure out the distance in sitcom miles from NY to IN.
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