Philly

Last weekend I jumped on a bus full of snippy former Atlantans and visited my favorite city within a 3 hour drive (DC excepted of course)… and that is Philadelphia. But you already knew that because of the subject. So you probably also figured that I would speak again about how good Amoroso’s rolls are when covered in beef and provolone, and you’d be wrong, because this time I got Cheez-whiz. Anyhow, our goal was to go watch a Braves-Phillies game in the stadium over there, but it rained all afternoon, so instead we watched “Phillie [sic] Phanatic Goes To Hollywood” on the jumbotron until they called the game. Then we ran up the steps of the art museum just like Rocky, if Rocky was really uncoordinated and was nine out of shape people who have never been in a fight. Finally we had awful food in an awful bar, then came home. I swear I had something interesting to say but I forgot what exactly. Oh well.