Philadelphia, PA (Day 3)

A morning bike ride with Max was the catalyst for not carrying a camera on me today. It's hard enough to push one of those heavy rental bikes around as is. I didn't need a camera bugging me down more. We rode around the city for an hour or two and made it to Chris' house for a water and a rest. As it turned out, he had a bicycle there that needed assembly. Together it went. Use it in good health.

The evening engaging in a proud local tradition of public intoxication. Max and I walked to Jackson's and then to Philly's new rail park (a la High Line) by way of the beer store. Ethan was there and we worked our way through our packs and down to a BYOB dim sum joint in Chinatown. Back to the apartment and three more rolled in. Back out we all went to find a still-open bar at midnight. God bless the staff of Oscar's. We grabbed a drink and observed the miscreants who came in for libations. An odd mix of twenty year olds looking for a lax bouncer, sixty year olds looking to prey on them, and regulars confused and annoyed by all these assholes in their bar putting Doja Cat on the jukebox. A lovely evening.