Good thing Anya doesnt have a car because unfortunately there is NO PARKIG please.
Berkeley is pretty much the Twilight Zone, so it wouldnt surprise me if Anya and i simply walked into a portal and emerged in a similar universe, one that looks exactly the same, with the exception of one thing: Every other "N" is taken out of conversation and writing, turning a simple sentence like "Hey, Nancy, go dance somewhere else you elephant, we are trying to sleep in the garbage can!" into something far less appealing to me because i love ALL "n's": "Hey, Nacy, go dance somehwere else you elephat, we are trying to sleep in the garbage ca".
Fun.