Leaving the comforts of New York City behind, Jenny and Tracy, along with their gentlemanly escorts, were off on their excursion into the unknown…Pennsylvania. Normally, when people venture off to the Pocono Mountains, skiing, camping or a generally relaxed vacation is pictured. No, we city-dwellers were going a-shootin’!
After an arduous two-hour journey (with no coffee or bathroom breaks, mind you) of observing passing trees and the never-ending white stripes of Route 80, we finally pulled into a seemingly rustic-looking country house. Until we heard the gunshots. And then Tracy screamed. Jenny was unperturbed.