Destination New Hope

Lucky my brother came for a visit this weekend, we always have a good time. I made my best mushroom a'pizza yet. This time we took the New Hope train. I was first in New Hope when I was in high-school, I wanted to live there. I could never afford it. Third time is a charm, and I got my first souvenir: a Dutch rabbit puppet I bought at the train station, I call, Hopeless. Since the parking lot was so jammed we missed the first train and had to lay over at Mike Kelly's Irish Pub, a two-hundred-and-seven-year-old house with a clawsome bartender. That was fun. The train ride was beautiful, but the parking was an outrageous scam: (Planet Scam). They don't let you know until you're on your way out that it's twenty bucks an hour to park at the station. The sickest part of that is that I didn't see Fuckerberg, Michael Oogie Booger, Killary, or that Ga-Ga Guy anywhere, it was families taking the expensive train rides. And, the train was nice, but nothing like the posh Colebrook in Boyerstown with free parking and a much bigger lot. Anyways, got home and watched Dracula: Dead & Loving It before falling asleep to Elvira Mistress of the Dark. Good times. 

New Hope Get-away