Thursday, November 18, 2010
Fairmount Fling
Tomorrow night is the 8th annual Fairmount Fling! For $35 dollars you can taste food from over 20 local restaurants, involve yourself in some sort of auction, and drink free beer and wine. More importantly you can finally infiltrate the walls of Girard College!!! The nagging thought "What goes on in there?" will no longer need haunt you every time you drive by it!! No really, the even sounds cool. Its $35 in advance and $45 at the door. The money benifits the Fairmount CDC. It sounds like you can make dinner out of it. I am not sure if I will be attending or not, but check it out for yourself at http://fairmountcdc.org/events/fairmount-fling/.
Out of Philly
OK, I know...not so good at the blogging while working full time thing. In my defense, as usual I haven't been spending all that much time in Philly.
Regarde:
I met with the masses at the Rally for Sanity in DC:
I dressed as Flapper for Halloween in DC:
And last weekend I jet-setted off to London with the family for a weekend of good English fun and a Saturday spent uniting with long lost family:
it smelled like pee in there...
it smelled like pee in there...The trip to DC was refreshing, despite serious stress coming from work. It was amazing to spend time with my old gang, and even to spend time with a gang in general!! Here in Philly my social life hasn't quite reached the levels I've previously achieved in life. Then again, if you are reading this you already know that. The rally was good fun and the weather was amazing. Halloween was disastrous and fun and I only got into one fight in Spanish with a drunk Puerto Rican over my use of her bathroom... I guess she'll think twice before she calls some random white girl a puta again...and I'll think twice before I use someone's bathroom before introducing myself. Lessons learned...
And then there was our glamorous trip to London. We arrived Thursday morning and took in as many sights as possible until Saturday morning when we went to Chiswick (pronounced Chisick)
to meet Raymond and his family. Raymond was my dad's dad's first cousin. When my grandfather was working on the bunkers that would eventually help keep the Nazis out of Egypt he would come stay at Raymond's house in Alexandria over the weekends. We heard many stories about that lost time and got acquainted with his wife, and his daughter and her family who hosted us. Unfortunately he didn't know very much about my grandmother or the people in her pictures that we had questions about, however, it was amazing to meet them and to know that I have family in London!!
to meet Raymond and his family. Raymond was my dad's dad's first cousin. When my grandfather was working on the bunkers that would eventually help keep the Nazis out of Egypt he would come stay at Raymond's house in Alexandria over the weekends. We heard many stories about that lost time and got acquainted with his wife, and his daughter and her family who hosted us. Unfortunately he didn't know very much about my grandmother or the people in her pictures that we had questions about, however, it was amazing to meet them and to know that I have family in London!!
I also fell in love with London and can't wait to one day go back. This coming weekend I will be in NYC on Sat for a birthday dinner for my sis, but Friday night promises some adventure. Also, I've got my camera charger here now, so expect pictures!!!
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Flea Market Moves Indoors!!!!!
Spring Garden Indoor Antique & Vintage Flea Market
This Saturday, November 6th
Indoors At 9th & Spring Garden
Formally Fed Ex Service Center
(Use 820 Spring Garden St. 19123 For GPS Directions)
32,000 Sq. Ft. Indoor Heated Facility
Handicap Accessible
8AM til 4PM
Free Onsite Parking In Our Lot
Enter On Spring Garden Street
2010 - 2011 Fall / Winter Indoor Schedule
Sat, November 6, 2010
Sat, December 4, 2010
Sat, December 18, 2010
Sat, January 8, 2011
Sat, February 5, 2011
Sat, March 5, 2011
Sat, April 2, 2011
For More Information
Visit Our Web Site: www.PhilaFleaMarkets.org
or call 215 - 625 - FLEA (3532)
Vendors: Log Onto Our Web Site Above For Our Spring Garden Application
This Saturday, November 6th
Indoors At 9th & Spring Garden
Formally Fed Ex Service Center
(Use 820 Spring Garden St. 19123 For GPS Directions)
32,000 Sq. Ft. Indoor Heated Facility
Handicap Accessible
8AM til 4PM
Free Onsite Parking In Our Lot
Enter On Spring Garden Street
2010 - 2011 Fall / Winter Indoor Schedule
Sat, November 6, 2010
Sat, December 4, 2010
Sat, December 18, 2010
Sat, January 8, 2011
Sat, February 5, 2011
Sat, March 5, 2011
Sat, April 2, 2011
For More Information
Visit Our Web Site: www.PhilaFleaMarkets.org
or call 215 - 625 - FLEA (3532)
Vendors: Log Onto Our Web Site Above For Our Spring Garden Application
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Sassy on the SEPTA and in the Street
And now another episode of Sassy on the SEPTA brought to you by crazy white lady in her brand new Honda on the street.
I've been trying to take the bus to work in an effort to be "green"...but on Friday I took the bus because I was getting picked up from work at noon by boyfriend Josh and friend Sam. I was kinda grumpy about it, especially when I had to stand in the aisle, but more so when this happened:
We were making one of those difficult turns down a narrow street where the white line that indicates where oncoming cars should stop at the light is purposefully far back because of the trolley's turn radius. Maybe the woman in the Honda had crept up from the line in her haste to beat the next set of poorly timed/constant red lights in Philly. Or maybe our bus driver didn't take his turn at the perfect angle. Regardless, as we made the turn it became clear that only one of us was going to make it, and we were way, way, way bigger than that brand new midnight blue Honda. She tried to back up but a truck blocked the way. She tried to move over to the right, but was cornered by the curb. Our bus inched forward, closer and closer until the bus and the Honda were parallel, one inch apart, and diagonally blocking the whole street.
At this point the truck behind the Honda backed up, drove up onto the sidewalk, and drove down it until it could get back into the street and went on its merry way. But as the passengers around me pointed out, the Honda was pegged.
Crazy white lady now earned her rep as crazy white lady in our story. She had the nerve to get out of her car and start yelling at the bus driver. "You left me no room!!!" I heard her yell. One woman in the front yelled back, "He can't yell back at you but I sure as hell can!!!" The woman stomped around, went back to her car, and put her hands on her hips as she imagined her brand new car with a swath of scrape across the entire left side.
"Oh I know she is not just standing there with her hands on her hips," one woman commented. At this point people were thinking about getting off the bus, and another bus had already come up behind us. The pressure was on.
Our bus driver, with talent and grace, very slowly reversed until the woman could inexpertly, and awkwardly reverse her car, and we drove away with a cheer. I stole a seat from someone who had considered getting off and sat down with a sigh.
I've been trying to take the bus to work in an effort to be "green"...but on Friday I took the bus because I was getting picked up from work at noon by boyfriend Josh and friend Sam. I was kinda grumpy about it, especially when I had to stand in the aisle, but more so when this happened:
We were making one of those difficult turns down a narrow street where the white line that indicates where oncoming cars should stop at the light is purposefully far back because of the trolley's turn radius. Maybe the woman in the Honda had crept up from the line in her haste to beat the next set of poorly timed/constant red lights in Philly. Or maybe our bus driver didn't take his turn at the perfect angle. Regardless, as we made the turn it became clear that only one of us was going to make it, and we were way, way, way bigger than that brand new midnight blue Honda. She tried to back up but a truck blocked the way. She tried to move over to the right, but was cornered by the curb. Our bus inched forward, closer and closer until the bus and the Honda were parallel, one inch apart, and diagonally blocking the whole street.
At this point the truck behind the Honda backed up, drove up onto the sidewalk, and drove down it until it could get back into the street and went on its merry way. But as the passengers around me pointed out, the Honda was pegged.
Crazy white lady now earned her rep as crazy white lady in our story. She had the nerve to get out of her car and start yelling at the bus driver. "You left me no room!!!" I heard her yell. One woman in the front yelled back, "He can't yell back at you but I sure as hell can!!!" The woman stomped around, went back to her car, and put her hands on her hips as she imagined her brand new car with a swath of scrape across the entire left side.
"Oh I know she is not just standing there with her hands on her hips," one woman commented. At this point people were thinking about getting off the bus, and another bus had already come up behind us. The pressure was on.
Our bus driver, with talent and grace, very slowly reversed until the woman could inexpertly, and awkwardly reverse her car, and we drove away with a cheer. I stole a seat from someone who had considered getting off and sat down with a sigh.
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