Home from Philadelphia this afternoon.

A few highlights for you:

~ We loved the humidity! (I kid, I kid!!!) 80% humidity and 90-fucking-degrees. That shit will kill a person.

~ Meeting FreshAirLover! She's a fantastic person, and we certainly enjoyed her generous little tour on her lunch break! Thank you!!

~ Having dinner at this swanky place, sponsored by a medical company. It was swanky, folks. And how so, you ask? Well, I'll tell you! Unisex bathroom (all boys, all girls, all the time). I consider myself to be a fairly hip person, but that totally threw me for a loop. As I was walking out of said restroom, an older man ... 80, maybe? ... said, "Boys and girls? THAT'S NOT RIGHT!!" and walked on in. But this begs the question of when your tummy hurts ... you know? You go in, it hurts and your date could be in the next stall. Battleshits!! The other "say what?" moment in this place was the tray of steak knives you are presented with to choose from. Now, because I grew up on a ranch and we can have good steaks anytime, I generally opt for seafood when I'm closer to the ocean. Had I know we were going to offered one that looked like a Samurai sword and another that was 'designed specifically by Porsche', people, I would have had the steak. Incredible.

~ Also, we walked to afore mentioned restaurant ("HDW, it's only around the corner - really!"), took 400 wrong turns and I got a plethora of painful blisters on my feet. Cabbed it back to hotel. And the hotel gift shop ran out of band-aids, too. Thanks for that, really.

~ Walked around Rittenhouse Square, went into cute little chic boutique, found a great 'one of a kind' kind of shirt, but can promise you the woman who sold it to me would win THE most pushy salesperson award ever. EVER.

~ Hanging around at the Reading Terminal. Now, considering I am really still a small town girl at heart, I loved seeing the collision of cultures as this place. My favorite being the very sketchy black dude calling an older Amish woman, "Doll Baby".

~ Sitting at a Kinko's, checking email, and having another Sketchy Dude sitting in the terminal next to me, mumbling something about "the war in DC" and then a bunch of stuff about killing pigeons. Maybe a war on pigeons in DC? I will never know. But he did look at me half-way through and tell me I was fired. Got the boot from Sketchy McPigeonKillerPants. Can you say that? I didn't think so, bitches.

~ We were supposed to have dinner at this place, but due to some issues with the medical company sponsoring it (read: apparently, only MD's could go, so therefore screwing two wives out of the deal) - we instead went to Panorama. Later, the other friends (MD's) at the table toasted the wives for getting them out of said event. Funny.

~ At Panorama, I learned there was (good!!) WINE ON TAP, people. In. Heaven. Me, party of one.

~ Also at said dining establishment, there was a transgender? transvestite? not a pretty woman? at the table next to us. I was doing alright until my husband leaned over and whispered, "And Sheena was a man!!" I snorted. Come on!! Who wouldn't!?

~ Walking out of Panorama into the biggest rain storm this girl had seen in a LONG ASS TIME. We do not get rain like that here!! I was in LOVE! Of course, being in love and trying to hail a taxi - difficult. Finally piled in to a cab, stuck between HDHusband and OtherBaldDoctor, arms all outstretched like a drunk girl, listening to Hall and Oates in the cab. Strange.

~ Walked into the hotel lobby and saw a whole bunch of guys dressed up in Spiderman shirts and Extreme Wrestling attire. I asked one guy what conference they were attending ... Wizard World. A comic book convention. I decided then it was the biggest convergence of nerds: doctors and comic book collectors. I told one that my husband had a lot of comics, Daredevil and Spiderman. The one nerd said to me, "Heh! Good thing you didn't say SUPERMAN!" and the other guy cracked up. Huh. I did go up a thousand points in their heads when I told them I'd saved said comic books from a flood in our basement.

~ Spent time doing the touristy stuff with HDH on Saturday. Saw the Liberty Bell. Stood in line for 400 years to get in there, went through a bigger production in security than at the airport. Go figure it.

~ Meandered down to a bar called Rotten Ralph's and had the best overheard conversation ever. Three local guys, a bit smashed, discussing everything from how the old buildings across the street were made ("Joey, I said a mule! A mule! A mule built that thing!") to a Hindu woman passing by ("Must be nice to go outside and wear your pajamas!") to discussing a snowstorm they had at some point, and their desire to go to the bar in 30+ inches of snow ("I'm 5'5"! That snow was as tall as me and I'm half legs!! I finally said, 'Leave me here! I'll lean up against this here shrub! I told Vince to CALL MY MUTHA!'"). Classic.

~ Having dinner at a great sushi place called Haru. Truly, if you like sushi, this was a great place to go!! Plus, they had the greatest drinks. Whatever was in the Komodo Dragon was an orgasm in a glass. We had two each. My God, those were sooooooo freaking good!

~ Walked into another little bar to have a night-cap, and hopefully watch my girl Laurie's Suns win a game. We left in the third quarter, got back to the hotel, and saw a TOTALLY different outcome. Sorry, honey!

~ Standing in line at the Philly airport security line, the two security people were arguing if the girl looked like the Geico Gecko or not. Boys have a funny way of trying to get into the pants of a girl. Oh, and really - the Liberty Bell? Seriously. You couldn't get in that shit. The TSA "gecko" didn't even check my boarding pass.

~ While waiting for our airplane to board, I noticed someone familiar. Took a second, then was able to place her: Heidi from the Apprentice. Called a flight attendant a "bitch" because she was stuck in the back row of the plane near the frequented and nasty potty. Oh, and she had a bad extention job on her hair.

So ... in a nutshell ... our little trip to Philly. It's great to be home. HDToddler hasn't let me out of his sights since we were reunited earlier today. Apparently, he got to go to the People's Fair this weekend - and the only time he said "all done" regarding music was the live big band/swing. He loved the rock and roll, I guess!

Off to unpack and figure out why the TSA checked my bag and opened my container of honey. Thanks. Really. Thanks for that, guys!!