When the girls tired of "sexy faces," we started looking around for props to take pictures with. But up in the DJ booth, the only thing we could find were record sleeves - which we decided to wear like lil' Smurf hats. Tinny Smurf.
So we walk all the way from Chinatown over to South Street (which took like 45 minutes). We get there and it's mobbed and there's not much to do - so we decide that we'll get one of those famous Phily cheesesteaks...only to find the place and discover there's a 50-60 minute wait. (By the way, check out Grant with his little canvas tote-bag. I think he stole that from my 7th grade Social Studies teacher).
