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first rule of a conference in philadelphia: when the itinerary incudes a 'reception for attendees at the Franklin Exposition(or whatever) featuring a taste of Philadephia' don't get your hopes up. First off...the 'taste of Philadelphia' is going to be catered by Aaramark, or Marriott, or whomeverthefuckever, so, the cheesesteak is going to be 'meat substitute and nacho cheese'. Motherfuckers. In the Stl, we don't do that shit. We have reps from restaurants. I don't begrudge Philly's dining scene, because it's fine, but I'm pissed at the promoters. Furthermore, the open bar featured bud, bud light and heineken. I own fucking stock. I know where to get the king of beers. Can a brother get a yuengling? Next....when I'm checking my coat (with a heavy buzz) and I say to the coatchecks (holding up a new $20 bill) 'what do you, I and this piece of currency have in common.....it's your tip if you get it right' and they answer correctly by saying 'we're the ony ones here under 30' you know you're in trouble. Je Shus. Watching old people dance to a good band is only slightly more disturbing than realizing that your fastball has lost something since Varsity. I did both tonight. So I bailed on that early, chatted up a coatcheck girl, and hit the road. Met the coatcheck at (thank you cheesesteakdude) Zanzibar Blue. Cool fucking place. The ideal I have in my head for a jazz club is either the bi level place that has a big hole in the middle on the second floor so you can see the stage (like the bistro) or, a place that you have to go underground, under an awning at streetlevel. This was the second. All dark mahogony and art deco. I place that if you are listening to slow jazz, you fall a little bit in love. It was salsa jazz tonight, and that's okay. I was looking for good conversation with a woman who hadn't gone through menopause. And, I have a job offer from a company who is hq'd here, so, it doesn't hurt to make friends with attractive women who no doubt have attractive friends(is there ever a time not to make friends with attractive women?). Anyway, Zanzibar de-Constanza-ed me, and I'm happy with my Philly experience again. I'm also ready for more cocktails. Here I go:
Tomorrow I'll be reporting from The Prime Rib, which is apparently a top knotch place to get cow and booze in Liberty City.
Tomorrow I'll be reporting from The Prime Rib, which is apparently a top knotch place to get cow and booze in Liberty City.
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