Day (7): Merrily We Roll Along

The last full day in Jersey was upon us. RB and I had to repack quickly to move it on to Boston, which wasn't a huge deal for me since I was living out of suitcases. I spent most of the day ripping Rebecca's wonderful and obscure music collection to my computer. And attempting to support her in the packing process. When time for a break came around, we knew that some stress-eating was needed. Off to Sonic we go, for RB had never been to a Sonic, mainly because her mother is a wonderful cook and because there wasn't one close to her until recently. Bring on the Ocean Water, tater tots, oinion rings, and milkshakes. We effectively kidnapped Eveanandi on the way for the fried adventure. And it's totally true: when it doubt, fry it up and serve it to me inside my car. Afterwards, back to the house for the final touches, and then off to see the Merry Wives of Westfield (a la Shakespeare's Windsor wives) in the local park, with a special performance by Mr. Michael Bieber himself. A spectacular thespian. It felt a little like Stars Hallow, which is helping me understand more of why Rebecca loves (and misses) her hometown so much, on this nicer side of Jersey life. Guido-free please.