Stepping foot (well, wheel) in Philadelphia for the first time, I was struck by its...parking fees. $1.00 in quarters per HALF HOUR in the area around the venue. This is of course only until 10pm, after which they simply tow you. On top of that, no business within several square blocks were happy about giving change, and some simply refused. Otherwise, you can find a garage or surface lot starting around $13.
HOWEVER the city was pretty awesome. We got out of the van and were immediately coerced into having a Yuengling on the curb with the guy that owned the bar a few doors down from The Khyber. This was an excellent decision.
The Khyber is a gem, a dusty diamond in a district of velvet ropes and shiny zarconias. The bars around it don't have their drink prices listed, while The Khyber is a genuine rock and roll bar where you drink cheap while listening to Black Flag and simply enjoying yourself.
As the twilighte glistenede over Olde Towne, more and even better little niblets of joy peeked out from behind the posh upper crust. Margaret and I took a short walk and stumbled upon an entire street of Afghani restaraurants, one of which served us a 14" pita completely jammed with falafel and fresh veggies for like 7 bucks. Well done!
We opened the show to an enthusiastic crowd of rockers, and somehow it felt like they were all our best friends. As it turns out, there was only one other band on the bill, Doctor Scientist. This picture accurately describes their awesomeness I think:
"Doctor Scientist," or "going on a warpath to battle the evil mastadons"I think the entire Philadelphia experience was only enhanced by the blessing we received on the way into town, a cloud that looked just like Falcor:
Having a luck dragon with you is the only way to go on a quest.—Mike
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