The weekend had arrived, and with the weekend came the little bundle of joy known infamously as “Ansley.” So Lauren and I mosied up to Penn station, and hopped on an 8 o’clock train to Philadelphia. We became vehemently enraged once delays started piling up, and were equally afraid that we might miss our designated pick-up time with miss Ansley. A terrible thing to do. The rage, however, quickly subsided when the kind Amtrak gentlemen somewhat awkwardly explained that a “fatality has occured on the Metro Park tracks.” Hard to be angry after that. But all’s well that ends well, becasue we ended up getting miss missy with time to spare. The next morning the two siblings took our folding bikes down to the service station for a tune-up, and met Lauren deep in the heart of SoHo for some fashion fishing. We all ended up raking in hefty hauls, a suprise that shocks no-one. The day ended with an excursion into china town, dinner at “Big Wongs” (I wish I was making this stuff up) and a stroll through Little Italy.

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