Scene: Sitting outside a lovely little French bistro on Sunday morning, overlooking Rittenhouse Square in Philadelphia, having a wonderful brunch. Avery has just announced that she needs to use the restroom, so Canetto dutifully gets up from the table and takes her inside to go. Many, many minutes elapse and they finally return.
Canetto (to Avery): "Now, remember...we're going to wait to tell mommy what happened until after breakfast."
Avery (immediately and loudly): "My headband fell in the toilet!"
Toilet accessories aside, we had a fun little getaway that involved seeing Independence Hall, the Liberty Bell, Reading Terminal Market, the Philadelphia Museum of Art, Franklin Square, getting a Pat's cheese steak and spending an afternoon at the Please Touch Museum. (Is anyone else uncomfortable with giving a children's museum that name?)
And as always, every time I spend a few days in a city I want to move to one. I love walking everywhere and being in the midst of all the action. One day...you elusive urban lifestyle, you...
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Having lived in Philly for two years, I just have this to say.
Geno's Steaks are better than Pat's.
That is all.
Ri -- Wish I had known this...we went back and forth on Pat's vs. Geno's...both had equally insane lines. Figured we'd try Geno's next time we're there. Where did you live in Philly? And when? I had never been until this year and have been twice in two months...
So was Avery wearing said headband when she returned to the table?
Yup. Wearing the headband. It hit the bowl prior to anything else hitting the bowl (shall we say) and Canetto soaped and rinsed it and tried to dry it. It was damp --yet there was no way she was NOT wearing it -- it's a princess headband after all...(Speaking of which...she totally enjoyed the Post article this weekend about the new Disney princess -- Princess Tiana)...
Um, I didn't see mention of Monk's or Eulogy. Why do you hate Belgium?
As for the headband, well that's a good lesson on what it takes and to become a princess and what one has to endure once princessness is attained.
Tard - There are only two kinds of people I don't like...those who are intolerant of other cultures...and the Belgians...
And don't worry -- plenty of time to check those places out as Philly seems to be my new favorite destination...
I figured they would have spent all their time in the Wharton bookstore, buying all sorts of paraphernalia for Avery. You know, pocket protectors, slide rules, money clips, Donald Trump toupees...
Tante - we figure all she needs is a solid recommendation from Auntie Mandy and she's good as in at the ol' Wharton School o' Business. (Well, that and an application, replete with a photo of her in a Donald Trump toupee...)
Not to nitpick, but it's the school o' BIDNESS.
Crack addicts. You were in an urban environment, so you saw crack addicts. Rural environments are for meth addicts. Please get your drug stereotypes correct in future posts.
Macker - look at you gettin' all professor-ish on me. Fine. Crack addicts. Did you learn that in professor school 101?
Is there a one-stop source for addiction demographics (preferably by zip code)? I mean, I wouldn't want to say, for example, that I saw "gasoline-huffing skate rats" in suburban Oakton, when in fact that might be applicable to exurban Loudon County instead while in Oakton we are talking prescription medicine abuse. I can't even imagine what it is in 20007! Despite that being urban, it is definitely not crack.
It is a confusing world of substance abuse out there.
I think 20007 is known for its Pimms addicts.
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