Fresh Ground Pepper!

So, I haven't been blogging lately. I think you all know, I've been a bit busy over the last week or so. But, back from vacation, somehow alive, and ready to blog. (Thank God I can. I had a fear that it was bought out by a company over the vacation...).

Best weekend ever? I'm pretty sure that I say this a lot. Especially after coming back from vacation. But, "In the history of weekends," I proclaim this to be the best of all time. At least in my life. It was better than losing my virginity to my boss's daughter, it was better than my first homerun, better than wrestling my brother (literally going at it), better than just about everything outside of Ashley's meatloaf. With that said, I could blog about so much stuff. And I will. Lets begin to tell a story of Philly the way my eyes saw it.

We begin on a beautiful Friday morning, headed to the airport, I arrive at U.S. Airways set on a destination of awesomeness around roughly 8AM. First to arrive, I proceed through security and make my way to the bar. "I'll have 1 shot of Jager," I jokingly stated, and she says alright and goes to make it. "Anddddddddd a Screwdriver please." Yes. Great breakfast. Great way to kick off the trip. Minutes later, the rest of the group comes filling in. Brett and Kinky were dropped off at the wrong gate, forcing them to walk from B to C. Annnnd from there, it all began.

Somehow the whole group ends up sitting with eachother on the flight. Except me of course. I mean, why would my life start to be normal now? I get stuck next to a 15 year old spanish girl, who if I talk to, I'm arrested, and if I try to look out the window, I get arrested. Great. Face down. Ipod on. See you in an hour.

Rest of the highlights from the beginning of the day:

1. Bob getting tossed off the walking escalator by Brett
2. Brett riding around where the luggage comes out
3. Seeing the burning building that absolutely nobody cared about besides our cab
4. Bob's face when he found out there was a Dave and Buster's
5. Getting to the hotel to see Busa there. Missed you on the flight bro. Although, I missed everyone
6. Brett walking in the hotel room, Bevilacqua immediately spearing the voice out of him
7. Alison walking in our room a bloody mess fighting for the ipod dock
8. Going to get Iced Coffee (asked for a french vanilla ice with skim milk, sugar and received a hot chocolate with ice, cream, and a bucket of semen
9. Racing Busa down the endless train corridor
10. Getting 1 million tokens, using 10.

So now its game time. Just found out you can tailgate at the Park in Philly. Wow. what a concept. If this happened in Boston, nobody would get in. At least thats what they tell us. I just think its lame. This however, was awesome. So we walk into the 1 bar outside of the stadium for a few drinks, and wow, let me tell you. Every bartender in the place was a 32 on a scale of 1-10. I almost asked for a housing application to live in the bar. Anyway, we went to the drank, tailgated, took some fan photos (Click Here to see), went to the game, drank, started red sox chants, almost fought troy polamalu's twin brother (tatanka), drank, uhh you get it.

After the game, Jim, Brett and myself landed at McFadden's (Heaven) in Philly while everyone else went back to the hotel area. Well, I don't know what happened to them still to this point, BUT I do know what happened to us. At the bar we got:

1. Free shots dumped on our faces/in our mouths
2. Met some serious weirdos
3. Found a guy (Brig) who promised us he was naming his kid Boston, and if his wife didn't like it, she could go pound sand
4. Met a 50 year old Bruins Fan (woman) who was dying to get laid. Even if she had to F the Fresh Ground Pepper Guy
5. Speaking of him...if you don't know what I'm taking about yet, just go on facebook and look at my tagged videos. He was absolutely the Legend of Homosexuality who made all of us want a Pepper Bomb from this guy.
   
6. Met the one man band who played everything from Vanessa Williams to Coolio
7. Got 16 unnecessary Jager Bombs to end the night for 3 of us.

After the Bar, all I remember doing was dancing with my pants at my ankles, waiting for a cab in the middle of Philly. Successful day 1.

Oh wait...day 1 ends with Jim and Me calling everyone in our phone books. All we wanted to do was conversate. Thanks for everyone sending us to voicemail. That was awesome. Literally...thats all we really wanted to do was leave voicemails.

Day 2 starts with me trying to get on a bus, and flee the city on the way to the piercing place. After Brett made me sign my life away, well, I fulfilled the bet and got my bellybutton pierced. Bev got a LOST tattoo of the loterry numbers. He is insane, but I get it. Lost has a cult following. I found out this weekend. Moving on.

Immediately went to get our first cheese steaks of the trip. I'm going to buzz through this day with bullet points of greatness.

• High Octane drinks at 130 at Fat Tuesdays.
• Very sore stomach
• Foosball comebacks
• Purchasing Sneakers and Clothes
• Swimming for those who could go in a pool
• Hotel Bar for Me and Alison to get wrecked
• VIP Room at a bar to watch the C's game and Dice K's gem
• You will see video's of all this stuff later
• Turned a Bar into a Club
• Petersen found the next American Idol
• Extreme and I mean EXTREME nonsense in the food place after
• Guy definitely yanked money out of my hand
• Hand Scoops of Ketchup
• F Yourself Tony Luc
• Passing Away

Day 3 we woke up and went to the bar, and by bar I mean, probably the most insane place in the history of mankind, or at least the most insane bartender...Trev. Absolute LEGEND. Seriously, besides agree with the guys to feed me ghost chile and tell me its bbq sauce, this was the greatest.

We drank more beers and were just not getting charged for things. Free shots, drinks, and he even made us a feast. Literally. Fried chicken, potato salad, Pasta salad, corn on the cob, and so much more. Free. I'm not kidding. Plus Roy Halladay got smashed around by the Sox. Throw in Kinky and Krystle's disappearing act, sliding down the stairs face first, body shots, Kinky throwing salt shakers across the bar, Bob yelling, annnnnd that was pretty much our afternoon. Most went back to watch Lost and sleep. Me and Alison went to a bar called Rogue, and they had Jager everything. Lights, ceilings, banners...I felt like I was meant to be in Philadelphia.

Kinky and Krys met up later, and we went back to see Trev. Me and Alison immediately ruined Lost for those watching, ate orange peels, stale chips, and laughed very loudly as the show was on. As we left the bar to go back to the "apartment" Krystle and Alison went to a psychic...and me and Kinky got thrown out. We knew that was gonna happen because we are also psychic's.

• Never watch a movie with Alison.
  
• She will eventually talk herself to sleep
• I've never heard of anyone falling asleep mid sentence

The last day, we slept, packed, went to the hotel bar and then out to lunch. We headed to the airport. Everyone was spent at this point. I somehow spent 1,000.00. It was f-u-c-k-i-n-g awesome.

I didn't even tell you half the stuff. But thats okay. Somethings are better left unsaid. We are left with memories of the trip now, but as we all go back to our lives back home, I still pretend I'm in Philly. I'll be at McFadden's tonight. Until then, I'll be partying with Trev. I might even give Brig a call. Who knows. Maybe call Uno's in the Windy City? Might chug some mustard? Maybe, just maybe I'll give it to the air a little bit harder. Maybe I'll find a cake for Busa to take home again, as long as its for sale? And MAYBE I'll find someone to give me a double clam chowder sub and stuff it in my bag? All I know is, nobodies likes cumsies in their burgies. That's for sure. I'm ending this with a video of Brett in the airport. Goodbye Burning Building, Goodbye Sammy, Goodbye Fresh Ground Pepperazzi.