i had a real philly cheesesteak IN philly. it came with cheezewhiz FROM A CAN. like a HUGE ASS CAN. i dont know why i foudn this exciting, but i did. i also got to see the liberty bell from the cab!
also the bar played the best music ever. i love my fellow SEA officer. (sea = social enterprise association = the hippie club @ bschool)
tomorrow i go back to nyc in time for bschool prom! whee!
also before this trip i hadnt been outside like a 5 mile radius of school since i moved to nyc. weird.
Comments:
1. As enthusiastic as this post reads, it actually only has but two exclamation points.
2. I knew Geets was eating a philly cheesesteak, but I wasn’t sure she’d go full Whiz. Perhaps I am unduly influenced by my first two girlfriends being semi-obsessed with Cheez Whiz, and a later one growing up 30 miles from Philly, but for whatever reason, the HUGE ASS CAN warms my heart. I might be lactose-intolerant, but clearly, my heart is not. Except for the arteries.
3. When it comes to bschool prom and Geets, I can only think back to the lessons of Saved By The Bell. That is:
- If an obese girl bids on you at the bschool prom auction, do not make excuses to avoid going to prom, because she will catch on.
- Don’t get yourself locked in the boiler room, like Jessie and Slater, because you will miss most of prom. However, you will probably learn an important lesson about yourself.
- If a nerd with his own pet robot offers to tutor you so you can attend bschool prom, do not fall in love with him!
