No, I haven’t seen It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I guess maybe I’ll have to check it out now, so I can make funny, inside jokes about it whenever I tell people “I’m in Philadelphia.” and that’s how they respond. Then we can laugh amongst ourselves and give pitying looks to those that don’t understand what I’m talking about. I haven’t been doing weekly posts lately as it took quite a while for our furniture to get here. When you’re in a new city, in a new apartment, sitting on the floor to do all of your work, not work, eat and…sleep, blogging seems to take a back burner. Also, I imagine the resulting posts would have been fairly depressing. Knowing what not to post on the Internet is what makes for a good blogger, I hear. 

What’s up with Philadelphia, you ask? Here’s what I’ve noticed so far:

5. The Liberty Bell is three blocks away from me. I can go see it anytime. I have no idea why this excites me so much. 

4. There is a serious organ here. I imagine most cities have an organ, but this one is in the middle of a department store. It’s played every day (except Sundays) at noon and 7pm. The family that built it, the Wanamakers, owned a department store and loved music. That’s really how stuff like that happens. Amazing. 

3. I have no idea where, when and how to buy booze here. I know there’s quite a few restaurants that are BYOB and that some shops sell beer. The “Beer Store” seems to only sell beer in 24s (yeah, you read that right) and you cannot buy wine and spirits at the beer store. Nothing is sold on Sundays and everything is very confusing. 

2. Every city has a uniform. This has been previously discussed. In Philly, it seems to be Phillies shirts/hats for guys and too tight/short dresses for girls. When walking down the street, all I see are red baseball hats and girls yanking at the sides of their dresses while doing a small dance/waddle, trying to make sure their dresses don’t ride up too high. 

1. This city has history. Old blends in with new. I’ve been to a number of cities where old is either destroyed, worked around, or preserved in a Do Not Touch kind of way. This is not the case in Philly. Old stands right beside new, old is used just as much as new and there are no work arounds, stuff still gets used. I love seeing horse troughs with flowers planted in them. Philly isn’t a city that neglects its past, but it doesn’t really embrace it either. The history of Philadelphia just hangs out all the time, being a part of every day life here. It’s pretty cool.