End of Philly, back to reality... not really.

The final evening in Philly was a genuine Philly experience. Rory and I headed out to a local bar to watch the Flyers in Game 5 of the Cup finals vs. the Blackhawks. We first grabbed Pizza from Gusto nearby to his sister's place, which was pretty good. Then we headed over to the small bar a block away. We walked in, it turned silent as all 30 or so people looked right at us, and then a woman's voice on the PA said "Welcome! We've just started, would you like to join us for Quizzo?". Rory noticed that the TV was playing the game but muted, and so he promptly said "um, no", and we were promptly booed out of the bar by everyone. It was hilarious, and not something that happens too often.

We headed over to Grace bar, where a super drunk belligerent bowling ball of a man yelled profanities at every player seemingly every moment of the first period. And no one seemed to blink an eye, not even the dude's friends. Clearly this is standard fare in Philly, for which they are quite well-known (note our relief that we weren't kicked out of the previous bar with a round of batteries). Philly lost, but it was a great game, and Rory chatted with a big semi-drunk dude in a bright orange shirt with a surprisingly strong knowledge of movies for much of the game.

Early the next morning I ventured over to the French bakery/cafe nearby, only to find that it is closed on Monday. Lazy, lazy french people :) Luckily there were cards at the Dollar General, so I picked one up and wrote a nice note for Catherine, Ryan, and Rory. Last night laura and I made a nice big salad, as I needed something to offset all the greasiness I consumed over the prior three days.

Today I headed into work in a very relaxed fashion and spent my "working" time checking out new Mac computers. Still haven't decided on which to get, but it was surprisingly quick and easy to select one with the features I need. Then we headed over to the Scooperbowl in City Hall plaza in Boston for $8 all-you-can-eat ice cream. Awesome, but then gross. I'm definitely still on the gross side of the fence as I write.