when vanessa goes to philly for a conference and gets put in a nice a** hotel with two full-size beds and room for cartwheels, her freeloading friend and author of this blog hops on a bus and heads down
to take full advantage of free bottomless hotel coffee and a room that cleans itself to see her good friend.
since neither of us had an awesome camera, our pictures are mediocre at best. but i’m sure you still reeeaaallly wanna see ‘em.
so this is what they refer to as ‘the life’. nothing like watching sportscenter coverage of the yankees losing in a room so big you can barely see the tv while eating a cheesesteak for breakfast in bed.
speaking of cheesesteak…this is the third one i’d ever had in philly. of the three, this was by far the best (and that includes pat’s, which was a huge disappointment). however, none of them can touch the cheesesteak shop on bush and divisadero. YEAH I SAID IT!
the view out of our window. not super special, but hey, what does the view matter in a hotel room with a bathroom that’s bigger than your apartment…
yeah, um, mexican fried ice cream. not really much to say about this one except friggin yum.
i want to call this ‘burning off the calories from the insane mexican fried ice cream’. but really it’s ‘acting a damn fool in the hallway’.
many of you will never experience the grab bag of emotions your curly hair could be feeling any given morning…bed head is generally a vast understatement. so for those who need a lesson in hair mood identification, this right here is euphoric bed head from sleeping on perfection in pillow form. kudos radisson plaza-warwick hotel for nailing the firm-to-squish ratio and making my hair smile.
and alas, this was the only salvageable picture the two of us took. you know, as proof that we actually hung out at some point.
*not pictured: old school youtube video battle and subsequent (and sober) dance party. surprisingly enough, security was not called.