I'm here and we all care

[miketheknife]

Philly people I bet you would put in your mouth

[lotus]

mmmmm Tina Fey... *garrrrrrllll*



PS - RayRay, Rabb or Jammer: Screw you guys.

[SteelerPsycho]

I'd check out the Coz's Pudding Pop, no doubt!

[Bas Bleu]

or Cheese Steaks

Or soft-baked pretzels on the street corners...I was both appalled and oddly curious with a food item being offered at stop signs...I was young, wild, adventurous at the time...I tried one...with mustard...It was delightful...

I had many a fun night in Philly when I was a young lass...oh, the memories...the stories I could tell...South Street...Oh, South Street...

go on

It was a dark and stormy night...
NO, NO, NO it wasn't!!!

It must have been September or October of 1987…the air was crisp, cool. Dry, colored leaves swirled around our feet. My boot heals crunched the autumn pallet tossed across the sidewalk. I held my skirt close to my hips when the wind gusted by us. I turned my face away from the chill and gathered my jacket in front of me. It seemed a dirty city then to me, though at that time, my experiences with urban life were limited. The sun had set hours ago, marking a change in the people populating the streets. South Street belonged to us now...the evening shift brought with it the fortunate middle-class, the artists, the weary street people searching for the elusive safe spot to stow away. And me. It was for me and my windswept excitement. We quickened our pace and encountered the distinct smell of cheese steaks each block we traveled. This was my first trip to Philly – I had only graduated high school the year before, and I was young, curious, and excited to be going out to clubs in a new town. I was also prone to naivety and youthful spontaneity…I nearly had my nose pierced on that trip, but vanity prevailed that night - I couldn't have my nose red and swollen before hitting the clubs!

We decided to stop for a bite to eat. We had time to spare, and actually time to burn, because showing up at a club before 10 o'clock was foolish. We asked for a booth near the back of the restaurant, affording us a view of anyone entering the establishment. I loved people-watching in Philly. And I also enjoyed people watching me. It was important then to be noticed. After all, I didn't spend a few hours getting ready to merely hide myself away in a dark corner.


I had a good time in Philly. The end.

[sabresrule30]

u graduated in 86?

[rabb]

I am giving you a look right now sabres

[sabresrule30]

I am giving you a look right now sabres

its a legit question, im not being a dick

[sabresrule30]

and people watching is my fav pastime

[rabb]

I just like looking at you

there, I said it

[sabresrule30]

I just like looking at you

there, I said it

I have my new Chelsea jersey on today, finally got it from the UK

[ptrain86]

Cheese steaks are a close second to the brat. I am also looking at you sabres. However, I am shaking my head and scratching stuff.

[JohnnyHustler]

Cheese steaks are a close second to the brat. I am also looking at you sabres. However, I am shaking my head and scratching stuff.

The owner of the local bowling alley went to Philly to learn what makes a good cheese steak. He's now brought that back here, and I for one am very happy he did.

[Bas Bleu]

I am giving you a look right now sabres

its a legit question, im not being a dick

Did I miss something? Is asking about the year I graduated some secret man code?




Pink Skull just because I can!

[Wrekcut]

or Cheese Steaks

Or soft-baked pretzels on the street corners...I was both appalled and oddly curious with a food item being offered at stop signs...I was young, wild, adventurous at the time...I tried one...with mustard...It was delightful...

I had many a fun night in Philly when I was a young lass...oh, the memories...the stories I could tell...South Street...Oh, South Street...

go on

It was a dark and stormy night...
NO, NO, NO it wasn't!!!

It must have been September or October of 1987…the air was crisp, cool. Dry, colored leaves swirled around our feet. My boot heals crunched the autumn pallet tossed across the sidewalk. I held my skirt close to my hips when the wind gusted by us. I turned my face away from the chill and gathered my jacket in front of me. It seemed a dirty city then to me, though at that time, my experiences with urban life were limited. The sun had set hours ago, marking a change in the people populating the streets. South Street belonged to us now...the evening shift brought with it the fortunate middle-class, the artists, the weary street people searching for the elusive safe spot to stow away. And me. It was for me and my windswept excitement. We quickened our pace and encountered the distinct smell of cheese steaks each block we traveled. This was my first trip to Philly – I had only graduated high school the year before, and I was young, curious, and excited to be going out to clubs in a new town. I was also prone to naivety and youthful spontaneity…I nearly had my nose pierced on that trip, but vanity prevailed that night - I couldn't have my nose red and swollen before hitting the clubs!

We decided to stop for a bite to eat. We had time to spare, and actually time to burn, because showing up at a club before 10 o'clock was foolish. We asked for a booth near the back of the restaurant, affording us a view of anyone entering the establishment. I loved people-watching in Philly. And I also enjoyed people watching me. It was important then to be noticed. After all, I didn't spend a few hours getting ready to merely hide myself away in a dark corner.


I had a good time in Philly. The end.

You have some talent at writing.