<p>So, I went to visit my sister this weekend at Villanova (I apologize for allowing her to go to such a trashy, Catholic school) and I'm driving home when I realize I have no gas. Literally, none. And then I see a sign that says, next rest stop 22 miles. Well my car is beeping and its clear that I will probably be stuck on the New Jersey turnpike until, out of the clear blue sky, appears an exit. So I pull of the exit, make a right in hopes of finding a gas station....and then see.....right before my very eyes....a sign....that reads:</p>
<p>PRINCETON!</p>
<p>So I figured, what the hell, I'm so close. I got gas, and went on my merry way. I stopped in Princeton, walked around, went to Frist, bought a sweatshirt, had myself some lunch/dinner, and departed with a smile across my face. Oh, it was fantastic......</p>
<p>Zant - when we both get accepted, I am going to swing through NY, pick you up, and we are going to go give the admissions committee christmas cookies. okay? okay.</p>
<p>No time for me to cook. Aren't you familiar with "One Girl Cookies"? Lovingly packaged in boxes with vintage family photos, Casale's creations are dainty (bite-sized) and elegant (each cookie has a girl's name): Two hazelnut cookies sandwich chocolate ganache to make the tasty Juliette cookie, while gently toasted coconut tops Miranda, a butter cookie. Lucia, a three-layer bar with shortbread, caramel and chocolate, has a cult following. And Casale's favorite? The Penelope, filled with apricot preserves.</p>