My plane was early, Lisa was late. Traffic was insane and we both sat waiting, me for her and her for the traffic to pick up. Originally the thought was we would spend the evening in Philly but with the traffic out of control we figured we would take the Blue Route out to King of Prussia. We got to Bryn Mawr before hunger dictated we stop. Gullifty’s, our old college hangout, was nearby and se we decided to relive old times and eat there. Goodness gracious do things change! Lancaster Avenue is completely different. The dive bars that lined the street have been replaced with very trendy and clean pubs. It was a nice time.

We picked Bobo up at our parents’ house before we went home to the Donnavilla. I swear, the Bobo has gained weight! I was only gone 4 days but the little pedigree has gained about 5 pounds!

At home, I told Lisa how last night I listened to Eddie Cochran songs until I fell asleep and dreamt I was pregnant. Most people only know Summertime Blues, but Eddie put out a mess of other great songs. The one song, Drive-In Show has a lyric I am surely misunderstanding. I told Lisa about it in hopes she might listen to it and give me the correct line.
“Lisa, I swear he sings, I bet my penis to a candy bar”
“You realize that this is very Freudian. It is saying that you are desperate for sex and chocolate.”
“Stop teasing me, I am serious. Listen to it and tell me what you hear.”
“I hear….. ‘I bet my penis to a candy bar’ put on Somethin’ Else.”

Come on, baby, to a drive-in show
i know just the very place to go
i’ll be over, pick you up at 8
this will be our very first date

when we’re parkin’ in the drive-in show
we’ll be sittin’ in the moonlight row
i’ll bet my peanuts to a candy bar
you’ll be cuter than a movie star

when it’s over and we’re headin’ back
we’ll stop in for just a little snack
six hot dogs oughtta be just right
after such a wonderful night