My van is parked on N. Howard Street, right at the intersection with Girard Avenue. I'm standing in the van with the doors open, stuffing my u-lock and my long sleeve tie dye shirt into my backpack. I've got my race-y KHS bicycle leaned outside my doors, and I'm preparing to swing my backpack onto my shoulders and scorch over to the Fire - a bar where Jonas is working.
My purpose in Philadelphia is several-fold. Reason number one is that the comedy troupe 'Meg and Rob' is having a benefit show for themselves to raise money to perform in Minneapolis. They're performing for over an hour, and I probably wouldn't be missing it tonight even if they were doing just two sketches. Meg Favreau. Rob Baniewicz. Highly likable people. Hilarious.
Reason number two: I'm selling some bicycles. I finally took parts off of what I wanted parts from, and I threw away what I didn't want to deal with. The salable remainder is in my van - 3 bicycles which will all be sold by the time I leave tomorrow. It only took a few hours to hack off the roots that seemed so firmly planted outside of my van.
I was happy to spend an enjoyable night in Philadelphia without alcohol. I even rode through a long strip of tunnel down Locust St. with Nat and Caroline. Never knew about that before. I realized once again that I'm a jittery and hyper person, and without booze I come precariously close to shaking right off of a chair. Unless I consciously keep it in check. This is an observation, and is in no way a negative deal.