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The drive home yesterday was long but everyone was a trooper and we made it. It's easier going to Boston because you can leave as early as you want without having to worry about things like hitting rush hour traffic. Because no one lives here. I wanted to put that last sentence in all caps but you guys really don't need me yelling at you. Although it's less "yelling at you" and more "talking loudly in a panicked way". But whatever.

So yesterday we had to take into account rush hour traffic in Boston which starts at 6AM and tapers off to a somewhat congested flow (but a flow nonetheless) around 9AM. We left Cambridge around 10:45 and got home around 6:15. Not too bad, but the timing of everything was enough to make it feel like we spent the entire day in the car, especially since we arrived home in the dark. It started snowing one mile outside of the Pennsylvania border and continued to do so until about an hour after we got home.

The best part was when I asked Megan how she and her husband met (think along the lines of the lyrics to Some Enchanted Evening as sung by Dean Martin because who does anything better than Dino? Okay, maybe Bing. But Dean's just soooo romantic. I'm sticking with Dean. Gah. Now I can't decide. How about a Bing/Dean duet?) and she got so swept up in the romance of it all she decided to just get off the highway altogether. Both of us would apparently rather get lost in the wilds of the suburbs of Wilkes Barre/Scranton than have to backtrack half a mile so we took an alternate route that I declared was going to be "totally genius". It would have been too if it hadn't been snowing and we hadn't been stuck going downhill behind a couple of oil trucks. Next time we're coming back from MA/NH and I'm doing the driving and talking about how Dave and I met and I veer off the interstate at the same exit, I hope it's summer, because I wouldn't mind taking that route again in better weather.