As expected, a greasy all-American diner breakfast proceeded the night before, and soon, we were on our way to the home of Rocky, the Fresh Prince of Belair and the former capital of the USA: Philadelphia. Bored, I wanted to see if the boys could name all of the states, and their capitals. They were half successful.
After checking into the hotel, we went sightseeing. Most importantly, we got a horrendously touristy photo with “Love” sign and I swam in the piss-fountain behind it wearing Dave’s hat, much to the disgust of everyone else there.
Then we started drinking, and supplemented the beer with a Philly cheese steak a.k.a. “freedom sandwich” (according to Dave). We were going to an American football match between Philadelphia and Pittsburgh – I cannot stress this enough: this experience was as American as it gets.
During the game, the girl with a boyfriend in front of us was shamelessly flirting with us. It struck me as weird that the boyfriend didn’t care. Or maybe he did. But I’ve got an accent.
We wrapped the night up by hitting a bar with a friend of Hendrick’s. We hit the hay soon after.