Philadelphia is fantastic. I drove right by the house where I stayed in Philadelphia, where Vincent gave me his jacket that I've kept for years.
But back up.
Vanessa and I worked out for a while this morning. We were at this gym for a hot second, and then went outside to do core training. You'd be amazed at how difficult it is to find a green space in a strip mall. We ended up using a parking lot that had some trees growing nearby it. Gross.
BUT. We had brunch at this hot spot that Vincent had recommended -- Sabrina's, which was packed with delightful, attractive-looking people and good-smelling French toast-type dishes. We had an adventure there involving sharing (brotherly love?). Here it is in short play format:
STEVE, AT THE OTHER TABLE: Hey. Is that the Celine Dion Breakfast Burrito?
CHRIS, AT OUR TABLE: No. It is the Bon Jovi Sandwich.
STEVE: Oh. That looked good on the menu, I was thinking about getting that.
CHRIS: Well, have a bite of mine.
STEVE: No, no, that's fine.
CHRIS: Do you WANT a bite of it? I know it's weird for you to bite it, but if it was me, I would totally bite it.
STEVE: OK. Cool. Yeah. I'm gonna bite it.
(He bites it, hands it back.)
STEVE: That's great. I'm getting that.
CHRIS: Yeah, any time.
VANESSA: If you guys seriously want to share French toast with us, we all want a bite of French toast.
STEVE: OK yeah whatever maybe.
DEB, AT STEVE'S TABLE WITH STEVE: I mean I think we are totally down for that.
SOPHIE: Waitress! All six of us will share the French toast thing that is stuffed!
As you might imagine, this all concludes with us splitting the French toast. I felt this was a lovely, memorable, whimsical exchange. I did not eat any French toast because I am a vegan. This restaurant had a vegan option filled with kidney beans. I had that.
Vanessa and I went into town and visited the art museum. I felt a little rushed there; we only had 40 minutes, and the museum is gorgeous and gigantic. I wanted to stand and stare and the Van Gogh paintings for huge stretches of time. I like to think about Van Gogh putting each of those strokes in. It's calming to me; his work is rhythmic. In photographs, it does nothing to me. In person, it's religious.
At the coffee shop near there I had a piece of pie that was the size of a baby zebra.
At the Air Sex venue, I met up with Jamie Soukup -- an old friend from college whom I hadn't seen in years -- and her boyfriend Will. They were charismatic and talkative and kind and just generally delightful to be around. I took this picture of them after giving them some kind of vastly unfair motivation (I think that Will is dying and French and Jamie is a sneaky zombie -- does that look about right?). It's so relaxing when you see people with whom you do not have to work to have a conversation. They so easily slip in and out of asking you questions and talking about their own lives that you lose track of time. Those are the people you want to keep in your life. I have to remember that. It's easy to forget when you have a lot of really one-sided longish conversations with people out of obligation. Keep the invigorating ones close.
The show tonight was fun. There weren't a lot of competitors, but the ones we had did a lovely job. Very no-nonsense, storytelling, balls-out air sex. I enjoyed watching it; I enjoyed judging it; I loved talking it out afterwards. The winner was the adorable lead singer of the band that followed us (a band followed us) -- he did a routine that involved lots of invisible strap-ons. I left feeling delighted and sore from the laughing again. I'm working up my tolerance for lots and lots and lots of laughing.
Tomorrow we get to sleep in a little bit and then we're going to Baltimore, which I hear is a really cool place. I have only heard that so far on this tour from people who have heard it from other people. I'll let you know if it's as hip as they say.