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You know, I wanted to do a post about my trip to The Great Escape with the fabulous Janeea, Kelli, and Erin, but there's no way I can remember all the fantastic things we laughed about.

Though I do have to post this from the night before...

Janeea: Ow. Ow. OW!
Me: What?
Janeea: I dropped a can of soda on my toe yesterday, and I just hit it.
Me: What kind of soda was it?
Janeea: Root beer. And not even the good kind, the Price Chopper kind!


Other than that... It was fantastic. We seemed to hit all the rides before the lines got too long, I went on the Boomerang for the first time, and we learned some valuable lessons; namely not to sit in the very back of the Comet, and not to go on the Alpine Bobsled three times in a row. Kelli: "Why did we say ok? Why?" There are bruises.

Oh and Erin got soaked during the dive show. By pirates. YAY PIRATES!!!




Feel free to add stuff guys.

Apes are STILL not monkeys.

I know that Drake and Josh isn't the height of televised intelligence (though it isn't the bottom either), but I enjoy it. (Not least of all because I have been in love with Drake Bell for YEARS. Oh, and because you know the conniving, evil, totally awesome litte sister? The one who always outsmarts both Drake and Josh? She's named Megan. Oh yeah.)

But it has just risen in my estimation, for the correct definition of primates, and the refusal of the main characters to refer to Bobo the orangutan as a monkey. Because (as I've said before) ORAGUTANS ARE NOT MONKEYS. THEY ARE APES. (As are chimpanzees and gorillas.)


Therefore, I applaud you, Drake and Josh.