Billy goes to Philly

This weekend I went to Philadelphia. It was simutaniously a lot of fun and not much of anything. It's a great place but it's fucking winter: cold, windy, and slippery.


Ek and myself went to visit my brother at his school.

We had to take the bus to Philly because it ended up being cheaper than parking and gas. The bus wasn't that bad but it had it's nuisances... Our first bus got a flat tire... That's right! One of those big fucking tires went flat. We had to drive that crippled bus to the next stop and switch buses. Okay, so that wasn't too bad, just a simple delay easily resolved. The thing about my bus trip that was most memorable would have to be "the guy with the feet."

This mother fucker walks onto the bus talking on a cell phone. He is your typical white trash blue collar, not necessarily bad traits except they're so god damned standard. He's got a bristly moustache, a cammo jacket and construction boots. When another passenger stands to reclaim his borrowed phone I am instantly annoyed at this guy. Without any regard to the other passengers or the featured film, this asshole is talking to some floozy on a borrowed phone saying I love you's and other trite happy horseshit. I continue reading my book, unsure what to make of this guy. Soon enough he asks me if I live in Philly, to which I say no, just visiting. Then he asks if I have a cell phone. A little bewildered, I ask him what he just said. He repeats it. I tell him No. This guy would take it up and spit out the same verbal diarrhea that could wait until he gets to Philly. I continue to ignore this jerk and then he does it... *choke* Excuse me! He not only takes off his boots but his socks as well. Now, I don't have any problem with feet but this mother fucker's feet stank. It wasn't the kind of stink you could ignore either...

Anyways! The first night consisted of drinking and smoking and was rather uneventful. We had three bottles of liquor and plenty of time to relax.


I had to sleep on a hard peice of wood, propped up by chairs.

The next day consisted of smoking A LOT. We also walked around the city. What I want to know is: what's with the alternating patches of ice? Too lazy to shovel your space of the sidewalk?
I also have to tell you, Jim's Steaks is fucking awesome. We went and got the original Philly Cheese Steak. I also got a beer.
















This one place near LOVE park had all these huge game peices lying around. There were domino's the size of small cars, bingo chips like small islands, SORRY game pieces taller than me, and of course, the monopoly wheelbarrow which I thought would be a good idea to ride.














That night was a night of jager-bombs and not much else. I wish I had gone with a few more bar-hoppers instead. Oh well, can't blame someone for being underage, right?

In conclusion:

• Winter sucks for walking in a city.
• If ever I see the guy with the feet again I am going to slap him.
• Jim's Steaks is the place to go for cheese steaks.
• Visit siblings in the summer.
• Sometimes a relaxing visit is just as good as a party visit.