They breed gentlemen downstate! I feel kind of silly writing about a guy in my first post, but it is definitely the most interesting aspect of my travels thus far. I spend a lot of time in empty hotel rooms on this job, so meeting people is exciting, regardless of their sex. This week I start out in Westchester recruiting at a couple of different large fairs. Last night's fair was held at a big convention center, so it was obviously meant to hold a rather large crowd. However, whoever set up the space was a little delusional...fully grown present at these events, not infants. We were in extremely cramped quarters for two and a half hours, which was bad for recruiting purposes (students were fanned out in a line to speak with the recruiter next to me, blocking my awesome display for my school), but wonderful for getting to know the recruiters around me. I chatted with a few girls around me, and I ended up hitting it off with the guy next to me, so we went out after the fair was over. We had drinks and dinner, and I just really enjoyed myself! (Dinner was a really good thing, because I hadn't eaten since breakfast with my sister that morning and I had a killer headache: no good. Note to self: eat something before fairs. A two and a half hour pounding headache without aspirin is not fun to deal with). Take note: He even rode in the cab with me on the way back to my hotel since I wasn't really loving the idea of taking a cab back alone at 1 AM in an area I don't know. Impressive. Guys don't do things like that anymore. Anyhow, after a lovely evening I went back to my hotel and passed out happy that I didn't have to wake up early.
Sleeping in was wonderful. I felt refreshed and was glad that the whites of my eyes once again appeared sparkly white instead of tainted with the reddish tint they had taken to the night before due to hours of driving and sleep deprivation. I went to the hotel fitness center, which was, by far, the best hotel gym I've been to yet. I find it kind of odd that they're all so different since they're all Hilton hotels. The second hotel I stayed in last week had three machines that were stationed millimeters apart from one another, crammed into the tiniest work-out room I've ever seen. I felt like I really formed a bond with the fellow next to me running on his treadmill since we were definitely in one another's personal space bubbles, and although that was memorable, I enjoyed the luxury of a spacious center with six machines and a lifting space as well today. However, my workout experiences aren't really what I want to focus on for today's post, so please excuse my tangent...
Nine months ago I experienced a tiny slice of heaven located in Eastchester, NY. After driving around for over an hour on an epic search for gelato in the Westchester area, I was pretty much ready to throw in the towel. However, my friend was filled with a determination I don't think I've ever quite seen in anyone before. No matter how many grocery stores we had to sift through for chocolate gelato, he was not going to give up. Finally, after an hour into our search, Eureka (my beloved GPS named after Eureka from the 90's kids show Eureka's Castle) directed us to Pane and Gelato, a cute little Italian bread and gelato shop. Although its exterior was nothing spectacular to look at, the fifteen flavors of mouth-watering, incredibly delicious gelato glistened behind its glass casing. The sweetest young woman welcomed us with a warm smile and samples of every flavor of gelato that was inspired by some sort of chocolate. At my first sampling, I was in love. That gelato was without a doubt, hands down, the best thing I had ever tasted. It was simply orgasmic. Sweet, decadent, chocolately deliciousness took over my entire body. I knew in that moment that this would not be my last visit to Pane and Gelato. Oh no, I would be there again...
And so, I scheduled a visit today to Eastchester High School, conveniently located five minutes from Pane and Gelato. I was beaming when I walked in and sampled a few of their new flavors. Once again, a sweet Italian woman was ever so accomodating and managed to fit three different mouth-watering flavors into one little bowl of heaven. I savored every bite of that gelato and found it perfectly acceptable that gelato was in fact my lunch for the day. There's nothing wrong with that! Something that delicious can only be right.
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