Going Back to Philly....I Don't Think So....Unless you promise not to roofie me again

What can really be said about Philadelphia? My only advice, do not wear heels on the cobblestones while going to bars on Market Street or you too will be that random girl who falls down, cannot get back up, tears a horrible wound into the knee, has a nurse run over with gauze sans tape and then removes your shoes to be able to walk and then cannot get into the second bar of the evening since the bouncer was watching this entire thing.  And my second piece of advice, don't buy those elmer glue-on bra things.  They do attack and will not let go.  We saw the museum steps that Rocky and Fresh Prince ran up, checked out the Schuykill River and those houses that are lit in the opening bit of Sunny.  We ate delicious cheesesteak at Geno's (right or was it the other one????).  Do you remember the guy and his son in front of us that schooled us in how to order - wit and not wit, right? - and then offered some cash since we were pulling lint out of our pockets?  That guy was really nice and randomly kind.  Or the busboy that caught us with our food and ushered us to a table?  Did we look hot with our bloodshot eyes?  My favorite memory (since so little of that weekend is actually in my memory) is when we went to see the Liberty Bell and you couldn't bring in your coffee but the gallon of water we had was nary a glance made.  Apparently terrorists might use coffee to hurt people but would never think to put clear liquids into gallon Poland Spring water containers.  Am I oversimplfying the terrorist mentality?  Is there not a clear liquid that could be handled in a plastic water container that could seriously hurt a great deal of people?  I love that their town hall looks like the one in Pasadena, which made me sad to be in LA.  And the Betsy Ross House which we only sat outside and pretty much tried to keep our stomachs from turning over, although I think yours did.  At least we're classy enough to not actually puke at a national monument....or at least not actually in front of it...oh it seems that you need to write a post about how to properly drink at national monuments, since you have much more experience at that.  Then our evening drinking champagne (!) by the river in that little town, with sushi and oysters - alas a cilantro oil included - and then I had to drive a boys truck back to Philly to get cars to then return him to his home.  Champagne lightweight...I'm sure you have sufficiently schooled him. 

Yah, I'd go back to Philly.