Kevin, This One's For You

My little brother has arrived! Here is the big man himself. I mean big. Homeboy is very tall, he hit his head on metro when exiting. Ladies, I'll forward him your fan-mail.

As any college student knows, moving day requires a trip to Target.

TADA, Target. Aka Mecca. Aka My most favorite place on earth. This isn't your everyday common-folk Target, no-sireeee. It's a fancy city Target! How you spot one of these fancy Targets in the wild? Easy! They have escalators just for carts. Uh yeah, you read that right! Don't you just want to ride in it?! Please note the carts contents: a calendar and tostitos, let the good times roll.

Contemplating what kind of cereal to buy, there were only ten-million-zillion options. Applejacks won out in the end, not my cereal of choice but I support a man's right to choose.

Good-bye Target. Let's see each other again real soon. (Hopefully after you get the fall shoes in I'm waiting for!! Please note this is a hint for you to hurrrrryyyy up and stock them)

What else did I do? No big deal, but I visited a National Shrine, one of the top ten largest churches in existence, but who's counting?! (uhmm...I'm guessing God is, it's his house after all, and you know, the Guinness Book of World Records). 

It is GINORMOUS in a way that requires all-caps. It would be a great place to throw a surprise party for several reasons I will now document: A. So many places to hide, they'll never see it coming. B. How great will SURPRISE!! sound with these echoy acoustics?!?! C. You could enjoy the sweet sounds of the organ. If that didn't convince you I don't know what will.

Let us conclude my day in review by taking in crappy pictures of my dinner. I have no excuse for the blurriness, I have since re-evaluated my life choices (aka changed the settings on my camera).

What is this? I don't blame you for asking. Answer: Cheesy garlic bread. I just accidentally typed breath instead of bread, Freudian slip? I think so. I'm going to brush my teeth now.

Eggplant Parmesan. It was awesome. I came out a changed person. World peace, I believe in you.

Baked ziti, this platter was so big I struggled to carry the leftovers home. I kid you not. It was immense. I liked it. My stomach hurts. (Well that was a stream of consciousness if I ever saw one).

Where the magic happens. Ps. I literally saw people walk out because the portions are too large. If that's wrong I don't want to be right.

And here I am looking like a frizz-eak.