Surprise! I went on a trip and completely forgot to mention it. I know you are devastated. There, there. I will tell you all about it.
See, I’d forgotten all about this quick trip to Philadelphia
until I spent some time trying to put my downloaded photos into some kind of organized fashion the other night. I don’t know about you, but any time I try to “clean” or “organize,” I always end up perusing old photos like I have all the time in the world. Scrutinizing my circa 2009 highlights. Wondering where that one-shoulder top from The Limited ever went. Trying to figure out who I cropped out of old profile pictures based on floating arms/shoulders alone.
One thing I did not get to do in the City of Brotherly Love is eat a Philly cheesesteak. I had all these grand plans of getting one as soon as I got to my hotel and dropped off my bags, but I was tired. Weary. The last thing I wanted to do was risk life and limb in another scary cab just for a sandwich.
So I ate a ho-hum meal in the hotel restaurant instead.
Ahh, the pool. I’d been so busy planning and plotting my Philly Cheesesteak adventure that I hadn’t thought to pack a swimsuit. So I just stood around and took pictures instead.
This is what my hotel rooms look like before I convert one bed into a suitcase stand on Day One, and clothes/hair straighteners/shoes/cans of hairspray are all strewn about by Day Two.
Anxious to escape the mountain of clothing and hair tools in my hotel room, I did venture out to a Phillies game, which was probably the highlight of my trip (along with some delicious pasta from a restaurant called Spasso.)
So, if you’re ever in Philadelphia, will you please eat a Philly cheesesteak for me? And see the Liberty Bell. Thank you.