The White Fountain Diner

The day started out with a hardcore cram session for this crazy Bio final I had at 1. I spent most of my morning learning about cell-signaling, which is for future reference too boring to talk about. Remind me never to bring it up again.

The final wasn't too bad which I suppose is good news, and I was so inspired that I decided to come home today, rather than prolong the whole drexel experience.

So I purposely tried to avoid peak, because the train station is a madhouse. Not only that, but the trains are jam packed with people, so that people are standing in the aisles and falling into your lap whenever the train stops. To avoid this discomfort, I actually cleaned and washed piled up dishes and had tea. I stalled my best to get over peak.

Let's just say I stalled until 5:15, which according to my train schedule was the END of peak. Since I had run out of things to clean/wash, I decided it was time for the journey home. I get there, and sadly the station was buzzing with people. The ticket line was almost all the way down to dunkin' doughnuts (for future reference to any other Indian readers: never go to the dunkin' doughnuts run by Indian people at 30th. The service is terrible and they give you stale doughnuts. If you think I am lying, go to it. The lady with the nose-ring has consistently dissed me whenever I go buy stuff there. Which I don't anymore. However, if you are white or black, feel free to be "Sir" and "Madam-ed." But I digress...)

I hate taking the train. It used to be this big adventure, but now it's annoying. It's like a prolonged elevator ride with seats and flashing scenery. I tried reading the paper but that lasted till like Market East station...which is the station or two after the one I got on at. You can't even watch people without them wanting to kill you or ask what your deal is. "I'm bored! You look entertaining!"

Anyway, came home to realize my mom was in NY and my dad was at work. So my cousin came and picked me up from the train station and we chilled at my other cousin's house, at Staples, and then at Wendy's, and then his house. He's an awesome dude...I just sort of sat around chatting to people on Gmail while he started packing for his honeymoon in Singapore. Check this: he's pretty much honeymooning in like 4 different countries. He's touring north India, then going to Singapore for most of the time, then Malaysia, and then South India (like actual home), and then Dubai. I mean granted, we have family in like three of those places (four if you count my other cousin's father-in law...I actually don't know if he still lives in Malaysia), but still he's going to be chilling for a whole month in so many different places. Why can't I do that? A good chunk of my life right now is solely dedicated to university city. Which I can guarantee you, is not as interesting as Singapore. Or as clean.

So my friend Carol calls me and starts harassing me to go hang out with her at the Blue Fountain Diner, which is always a thing she's done. Both harassing me, and trying to make me come to the diner. My maiden voyage to the diner was actually with her...My cousin, who is a chill dude, didn't care and dropped me off.

As we walked into the nonsmoking section, who did we see? Why it was Ian Gillies, Dan B, and Jake Sanders! (I didn't know Jake was in on the diner thing). I was rather shocked not to see Erik Mayer there, but I hear he actually put Villanova sports over the diner!

I only had coffee, although I was offered the hot chocolate Ian didn't want...or something like that. At any rate, I made an excellent Obama slam that Dan entirely MISSED because he was on the phone. It was something like beating someone on the head only to realize that they are a mannequin.

Anyway, they left and forgot to say bye to carol! I called Dan right away to fix this unfortunate error, but he missed my call and Carol missed the good-byes that were meant for her. But then Dan called me back and then I don't really know what happened after that because all I could hear were people talking and not saying anything. So I hung up.

But oh! I forgot the entire purpose of the title of my blog. At one point, the half-onion booth turned around and was seeming staring at Carol and I, when all they were doing was checking out the huge fountain embossed mirror thing on the back wall. Except guess what? It was WHITE! The building itself may be blue, and the sign, but the fountain? Folks, the fountain is definitely white.

And in a sort of analogous, metaphoric kind of way, everyone in that diner was white. Which doesn't surprise me, because I don't know if Asians know about diners. Someone should definitely let them in the know. I'm thinking of handing out fliers outside a certain dunkin' doughnuts in a train station somewhere near that place I sort of live most of my life at...

On to the summary!
Breakfast: Tea with half a box of shamrock cookies that steph's mom brought over, that steph couldn't/didn't want to eat
Lunch: Decided it was a good day and avoided the Handschumacher to keep it that way. Went to Starbucks instead.
Tea: Tea and more shamrock cookies.
Dinner: A Baconator from Wendy's! Some fries and lame iced tea.
Snack: Coffee....