So, back in, it must have been July 1998, I ran into this girl in the subway that I had met down in UPenn during Spring Fling one year. Anyway, we went out for drinks once, she helped me move a few boxes from Queens to my place in Manhattan, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, one day she invites me to her graduation party out in Long Island. From what she tells me, it should be a pretty good time, so I journey on out there (an hour or so hike on the commuter rail) one Saturday with some of her friends who also live in Manhattan. The party ends up being more of a "family party"than a "party party" (it's actually at a Jewish Event Hall ­ kind of like the VFW in Medway).



Well, anyway, to make this long story short, at the end of the party, she handed out a party favor packet which included a Hershey chocolate bar. Now this was no ordinary chocolate bar - she had taken the wrapper off and put her own "Amy's Graduation" wrapper on which she must have had them printed up at Kinko's or something . The wrappers had her senior picture on them, some "thanks for coming" text on the front and a short biography and her baby picture on the back. Now at this point, me and all the other kids I had been bonding with were like "this is crazy!" - not only was this one of the weirdest things I've ever seen, but Amy had made more than a hundred of these (I couldn't believe it myself until I saw all of them in this basket she was going around with). So, I took the chocolate bar and took off... at this point I was starving, but there was no way I was going to eat this chocolate bar before I showed it to everyone I knew (I mean, if I ate it who would believe such a tale?). When I got back, I dumped the thing in my freezer and left it there. Since then, it's moved with me - to midtown when I lived w/ Rosie, to my apt in the village (where it's been for 2+ years - in fact, it's in my freezer right now, with Amy's smiling little face on it), and, of course, it's coming to NH with me for the winter.

... so, cut to some random Thursday night (August 99). I went out with some people from work and came back to my apartment at like 11:30p or so. My roommate Ashley was out of the terrace drinking with some of her (cute) friends drinking before they head out to the bars. For a few minutes I was out there chatting it up with them when one of Ashley's friends who was visiting from London (she also had one of the thickest English accents I've ever heard) is complaining about how hungry she is - Ashley sends her off rummaging through the fridge. After a minute or two (we're still out on the terrace, by the way) she's like, "What the fuck is this?" (holding the chocolate bar - try to imagine this in her wicked thick English accent), "All I want is some Cadbury chocolate, but all you've got is this fucking "Amy's Graduation" brand chocolate. You Americans are such fucking losers!" (dodgeball plug: also see NYC Quoteboard)

Well, that's my story. Pretty stupid, but it's also pretty funny. If you don't think so - then shut up!