take note of them speaking french in the craziest set of accents ever.
also realize that philly doesn’t smell as bad as you remember it (a running joke with my brother and i) it.
philly has actually become quite charming, you’d say to yourself as you stroll around rittenhouse.
because true story: i am two years old on the inside and i want a juice box, gosh darn it.
say that you know a two year old that is cuter than this little nugget and i will call shenanigans on you (he knows full lady gaga songs + dance routines. get on his level.)
try not to drool too heavily on the classics.
apologize to the iliad for the stains as you sneak off to the poetry section. get your new favorite anthology (that you’ve definitely read front to back three times but never had the cash to buy it)
go to a free eddie money concert with your big brother (where i actually saw a mutual friend that i met in florida?! life is so weird.) spend way too much time laughing at the rat-tails of others. because that’s how you end a trip to the lovely city of philadelphia.