An extended world tour that was done an hour at a time. raddidge and I rushed through various locales in Europe, mostly England and France. My entire time was spent complaining about how it sucks and how everything's better back in the USA. Eventually one of the legs of our trip took us to Italy and I was finally happy and content. Heck, by the time the hour was up I was complaining that I didn't want to go home because I finally found someplace as good as New Jersey.
My attitude was changed when we rounded a corner and discovered there was a terrorist attack. Two storefronts were blown out by a blackened bus, people lay scattered in the streets among their former parts in thick puddles of blood. "This would never happen back home" and we left the scene.
Back in Colorado, not New Jersey, I walked over to Toons. Instead of the well-meaning but highly inconvenient anti-war campout there was something much, much, much better. Those huge inflatable moonwalks from carnivals and state fairs was set up in the parking lot full of naked chicks and chicks wearing garments that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I stood there watching them bounce around for a while.