Hare.
Long time no see for some old high school friends.
Molly.
Don't know who or why, but it wasn't the kind of party that people were running around with hockey sticks. This guy was the exception.
Terry, the founder of the feast.
After a few beers some catching up we went to a dance party in a really rad warehouse a few blocks away.
The warehouse had a trophy room. No big deal...
That sweater is the definition of freedom!
Rob.
Fashion in Philly is obviously decades ahead of the rest of the country.
And the locals are really friendly.
The next day we woke up and walked around town a bit.
We went to one of my favorite places on earth, The museum of natural history.
They had a butterfly exhibit. So ill!
Jazz would have loved the shell show! According to Terry the people who are in the Philadelphia shell collecting club are a little wild when they have their annual event and I guess they have been kicked out of several hotels in Philadelphia for getting out of hand. He says the only place that they can do their annual shell show now is at the Museum of Natural History, and it has to be a dry event.
This looks like its Philadelphia's version of Delores Park.
Somebody is doing it right with their bike warmer. So sick!
No Thrilladelphia would be complete without at least one nerd down. This years game of choice? POWER GRID!
Everyone was taking this game very seriously.
That's Jeremy.
Guys, thank you so much for having us and showing us such a good time. Hopefully we will all see each other soon on the field stomping New Egypt's asses at the Turkey Bowl 2010!
MOAR!!!!
