An Ivy League All Our Own…

So Jill and I ventured to Harvard yesterday. It’s safe to say; we are equally not smart or ugly enough to go to school there. Seriously, we found .75 hot guys there (we would have given him a full point, but he ruined it with his choice of shoes). We were trying to figure out why there were 88′s on all of the gates surrounding the campus, too. We figured it was the year 1888 that the school was founded. Um, try 1636. We really did not fit in. Especially since we were taking pictures of ourselves dressed up in Harvard gear traipsing around the campus (totally normal student behavior). And then, as it turns out, Jill developed a MAJOR allergic reaction to Harvard. So we decided to ditch Cambridge Town and headed towards Providence, R.I. to check out my parent’s Alma Mater, Brown University. I found the super creepy looking mansion my dad lived in and found the huge building they built over the house my mother lived in over 40 years ago. Jill and I liked Brown WAY better than Harvard. We even ventured into the city of Providence: ADORABLE! We feel in love. Oh, if only we could go back in time and go there for college. Oh well…have to save that for the next life.