What I learned in the last 24 hours:
Penn State does not fuck around. These guys are serious about... well, about being Penn State. It wouldn't be enough for everyone - you know, just being a college (sorry, university) - but it's obviously enough for them. I've never seen so many people, in such a small geographical area, so identically attired. Every last body in town - save three or four punk kids, a hippie and myself - was covered head to toe in some kind of blue and white, lion logo, Penn State, Happy Valley, "Go Team!" bullshit fan uniform (fan-iform?). I swear to God they make Red Sox fans look apathetic.
Actually, State College reminds me of Boston; a super-condensed version (just add water and you'll be paying $1200 for a studio overnight). Imagine an aggregate of Harvard, BU and Tufts (and/or every other Boston school) set on a hill above, say, Newbury Street (and/or every other Boston street). With more people. All of the restaurants are overcrowded; all of the stores are overpriced; all of the people are rude or crazy or both.
Or neither. I might be exaggerating. And to be fair, I didn't really speak to anyone. Or go into any of the restaurants. Or any of the stores. But you know - you can just tell.
Actually, I did go into one store, wherein I did speak to one person. I want to tell you about it, but I'm hungry and I want a cigarette, so you'll have to wait. A few minutes at least.
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