Philly, part I

Since I loved my trip to Milwaukee so much, I decided to fly out to Philadelphia for the same reason, but this time I took Eliza. She was such a good sport for flying out there on a red-eye flight, 7 months pregnant. (It was a horrible flight, although I realize now that all flights are horrible.)

Despite our lack of sleep, the first day was great: we rented a van, drove out to the country, found an enormous mall in a town named King of Prussia (no joke), and bought clothes at H&M. Well, I bought clothes while Eliza slept in the van --I was making up for our trip to Europe when I didn't get to buy anything at the London H&M because Eliza wanted me to wait until we were in Paris, but we only found the women's H&M in Paris, and therefore my opportunity to buy those great corduroy pants, which would have come in handy this winter, was foiled, though probably for the best because I ended up not fitting into their pants since I've gained so much sympathy weight during Eliza's pregnancy.

Wow, what a tangent...

Our hotel was in downtown Philly, in the Chinatown neighborhood. We ate great chinese food. I didn't know Beef with Broccoli could taste so good! We also ate philly cheesesteak sandwiches, which were awesome.

I had high expectations that this trip, like any trip I take, would be a gastronomical delight. I researched trendy restaurants, mapped out an eating plan, everything. But, like on any trip I take, I was let down. It just so happens that I married a person who doesn't share my excitement and appreciation of food, especially while pregnant. Eliza is content to eat peanut M&Ms for breakfast, McDonalds french fries for lunch, and dinner, well, dinner is optional.

I have to thank Pam for teaching her daughter such good eating habits...

Another unexpected tangent.

Due my inability to reach the point of this post, which is that I had an awesome medschool interview in Philadelphia, I am going to conclude now and attempt it again tomorrow.

Stay tuned to find out about the interview, the school, and my mad east-coast driving skills; and be the first ones to read the heartwarming essay, Ring the Bell for Freedom, My Brother, by Eliza P. Platt-Hutchings, inspired by the Liberty Bell.