Friday, March 25, 2011

Philadelphia Part 1: Fanny Pack Style Tourism

How great is it that fanny packs are supposedly coming back in style? Unfortunately for the people of Philly, Bret and I were not sporting them, but we did do plenty of touristy things along that vein.  Including but not limited to taking this style bus:

Oh yes we did!

We walked from the hotel to the beauteous city hall that actually kind of looks like Versailles (or as we say in Missouri: Ver Sails, I'm not kidding, that's a town here).  Bret had to stop at Starbucks, you know, because he's hip.  I made him buy me the cake pop that was 'Birthday Cake' Hello! Appropriate! It was delicious.

Me eating a cake pop in front of the most glorious city hall on the planet. 

As we learned with my attempts at self portrait during Brother and I's spontaneous Arkansas trip of destiny, I'm not so hot with the camera.

Here is Betsy Ross's House, or, if you will, a picture of a guy taking a picture of Betsy Ross's house.

Nice Jacket dude

Get back in your phone booth!

Ben's grave where people throw pennies. The crazy lady in front of us told us it was haunted. She did not appreciate our laughter. 

Did you know that PHL chinatown is the third largest in the country?

The Statue of Will Penn on city hall is so big in real life his eyeballs are one foot long each. eeeeeeeeeeew
 This was supposed to be a picture of the Art Museum's gold statue of Joan of Arc and her horse.  You get gold horse feet and partial boob of a guy on the other side of the bus.
And now... the main event.


We mumbled incoherently the whole time, and not just because we are out of shape.

So then we decided to head to Paddy's Pub from one of our favorite hilarious and off putting shows, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

Except that even though Paddy's was just a few streets away, we opted for the next door Mac's Tavern, which is owned by one of the characters (slash creators slash actors slash writers)

That's when things went downhill.

We went home ten hours later.  

I totally got this guy's number

Stay tuned for Part 2 of Philly where I eat a loveable creature and accidentally elbow a chunk of pâté into my purse.  Oh yes, 28 is pretty sophisticated so far.