The City of Brotherly Love

This weekend, I drove up to Philly with my friend Cait for the weekend to visit her hometown, Morrestown, NJ. It's like the McLean/DC relationship, living in the suburbs but driving into the city for work and weekend debaucheries. It was amazing! Morrestown was one of the most adorable suburbs, it's so peaceful and friendly, and they have a street called Main St, which won me over right then and there. There's also something that I loved about Morrestown - it's a dry town (meaning they don't serve alcohol). It's not prohibited, but they don't actually serve it, meaning if you want a bottle of wine at dinner, they're more than happy to pour it for you if you bring the bottle. "But of course, 7-11 has alcohol right?" I asked, assuming the obvious, but apparently they don't. Not a single 7-11 there serves alcoholic beverages. The city won't prohibit alcohol, they just won't encourage the selling of it. I love it! It limits the possibility for excessive drunkenness on the streets. You want to go to a bar? That's fine, just drive an extra 10 minutes. You want a glass of wine? That's fine, just do it in your own home or bring it to the restaurant. Imagine a city without shady teenage kids standing outside 7-11 praying for the corrupt soul that'll purchase them their first six-pack. It just makes it a little bit harder which in the end, makes a huge difference.

So they call Philly the city of brotherly love and weirdly enough, I felt it; it was kind of like walking into an urban mural filled hug. Mind you, my love for the city may have been based off my love for Will Smith, but come on, who doesn't associate Philly with the Fresh Prince? 

The highlight of my weekend was not Morrestown, Philly, or Geno's greasy delicious cheesesteaks (which still hasn't settled right)....

...it was the Redskins vs. Eagles game that I attended on Sunday. 

It was my first time at an NFL football game and holy craziness was it amazing! I was warned that Eagles' fans are crazy, and I've been to soccer games in the Middle East so of course I wasn't too worried...and then I saw someone arrested in the first quarter, drunk off his behind, being escorted to the in-stadium jail. They have their own in-stadium jail - if that's not a cry for help for a specific fan-base then I don't know what is. As a subtle form of support for my hometown's team, I wore a Georgetown University sweatshirt - which wasn't as subtle as we'd hoped. Either way, we won and it was an amazing experience! I actually like to think that my being there had a little to do with the win. Just sayin.