This was perhaps one of the most fun weekends I've had in a long while thanks to some old friends.
Friday night I drove to Philly to visit Tuck and Justin, two old friends who I have countless memories and inside jokes with. They had moved into a new apartment together on South street. It was getting sort of late already so Tuck and I ventured out to a few bars (Namely Dirty Frank's and McGlinchy's). I don't really like either of these bars but for some reason we always end up going to at least one of them. I met a ton of really nice people and got totally plastered. After closing time we took the long way home, which includes a tour of the finer transvestite prostitute hangouts. I don't know why Tuck was so hell bent on showing me these but it was entertaining.
I managed to sleep in until noon (I usually can't sleep past 7) before leaving to get pizza at Paolo's and doing some shopping downtown. Most of the remaining afternoon was spent with a very stubborn cable guy who obviously had no idea how to install a cable modem.
This evening was special because Justin had just decided to cease his Straight Edge-ness a few days before and like all asshole friends in this situation we wanted to make him very, very drunk. We crammed eight kids into Steve's 5-seating car (2 on laps, 1 in the trunk) and drove to Manayunk for a party. This is probably one of the best parties I've been to in a long time. It featured a DJ who actually played good music, free liquor and beer, an ice luge and lots of generally nice people. By 3 am, Justin Nunez was puking in a garbage bag in the car, everyone was having a fantastic time, and I was on my way to another party with people I'd never met before.
The rest is really a blur but I woke up the next morning somewhere on South street at 7 (as usual). I stumbled to Whole Foods, grabbed some tofu (terrible for breakfast) and found my way back to Justin's apt. I said my goodbyes and walked to my car but not without getting propositioned by a toothless crack-addict.
I spent Sunday and Monday in Lancaster hanging out with old friends and getting my car inspected. It cost me $400 to have my brakes replaced. Not fun, but it could have been worse...
julie [email] said at 1:34 PM 08-17-2004: Haha, I've been to Dirty Franks. The name is no joke. I don't even remember there being sinks in the restrooms. Or working locks for that matter.
julie [email] said at 2:26 PM 08-17-2004: This is good to know.
My restroom visit must have been during one of those innopportune moments when one or more of the vital elements (running water, soap, paper towels) was missing. I do remember going back to the table and laughing about my inability to wash my hands, considering the name of the bar. Luckily, there were pitchers of Yuengling to comfort me.
jeremy [email] said at 3:09 PM 08-17-2004: The bathroom on the right has a little hook, the other does not. The most obvious reason to me why it's called Dirty Frank's is at the bottom of every pitcher.
abby [email] said at 1:44 PM 08-17-2004: what an exciting update from the life of shupf! it is odd that you were there, because on sunday i was as well, and i ate some good falafel from a new place on south street.
but whats important here is edge-breaking. everyone loves the dulling and breaking of an edge, and in our delight at the crumbling of another man's sense of self, no matter how boring, we must ask "WHY?", if we can stop laughing for a minute or bring speech back to our barren mouths!
jeremy [email] said at 3:10 PM 08-17-2004: I'm not sure exactly, but he's been smoking blunts too. I don't know, I guess being straight for 8 or 9 years doesn't fit in to the hiphop lifestyle.
abby [email] said at 3:23 PM 08-17-2004: i just realized that you "don't really like" mcglincheys? how is that? it is the greatest bargain around, in a casual, round-table environment.
jeremy [email] said at 9:03 PM 08-17-2004: Yeah, I'd heard this was your spot. I dont know, I was already half-gone when I got there. It was better than Franks due to the fact that Frank's is filled with old skanks and older professionals. Blah.
