It feels good to be alive. Today Lindsay and I took the bus down to Penn’s Landing on the Delaware River, where we ate at a great restaurant called Rock Lobster. Since Lindsay left her ID at the hotel, we couldn’t go to any of the bars and Dave & Buster’s wouldn’t even let us in. With nothing else to do, we hopped on another bus and headed to the motel. Not knowing what the hell we were doing, we missed our stop and ended up in the slums of Philadelphia.

Overall, we were on the bus for over an hour and there were less than 5 other white faces that got on. Good thing the driver was nice enough to bring us back down the route (back through the slums). Our shitty motel never looked so good when we got back. At least we can laugh about it now though.