Wow!
Now I know how I want to spend every Saturday night!
I tell ya, nothing could be better than sitting in traffic for two hours in the rain in Philly, fearing for my life. It was fantastic! Comic-Con in sunny San Diego? FUCK COMIC-CON. Missing Comic-Con lead to the most awesome experience of my life. Why would I have wanted to be surrounded by thousands of fellow geeks, or hear Kevin Smith, or Ron Moore, or Rob Thomas, when I can roll through the ghettos of Philly (which, let's face it, is about 90% of the city), worrying about getting jacked or having a run-in with a random mafioso, who might break my kneecaps then force-feed me cheesesteaks until my stomach explodes?
Okay, I'm done with the bitchy sarcasm. No, last night was not exactly ideal, especially considering what I had to give up. We really did get stuck in traffic, and really did have to roll through the ghetto (and yes, the ghetto makes up a substantial portion of Philly). Dinner was fine - okay, pretty good, actually - I had sesame-encrusted tuna with orange and teriyaki.
Cirque du Soleil, however, was pretty meh. Yeah, the physical feats are impressive, but I still would've rather been in SD with my people. The tent was air-conditioned, barely - it was still quite muggy, and the seats were uncomfortable and close together, so I was pretty sweaty by the end of it. Thankfully I didn't get into a rumble with any clowns (they wisely steered clear of me). And some of the women in the audience were quite lovely, for all the good that did me. A nice distraction before the show and during intermission, I guess.
But the most frustrating thing about it was... how should I put this? The story makes no sense. At one point I leaned over to my sister and said "I get it! Those people dressed in white are supposed to be sperm. The entire show is a statement on stem cell research!" Trust me, it's as good a theory as any other. Even my sister was confused, and she's much smarter than me.
And the worst thing? Apparently a CdS tour is coming through the DC area in October. So we could've gone to that one instead, which meant I wouldn't have had to venture into the mouth of hell, and I wouldn't have had to miss Comic-Con.
If I weren't an atheist, I'd be convinced that God really doesn't like me that much...
I tell ya, nothing could be better than sitting in traffic for two hours in the rain in Philly, fearing for my life. It was fantastic! Comic-Con in sunny San Diego? FUCK COMIC-CON. Missing Comic-Con lead to the most awesome experience of my life. Why would I have wanted to be surrounded by thousands of fellow geeks, or hear Kevin Smith, or Ron Moore, or Rob Thomas, when I can roll through the ghettos of Philly (which, let's face it, is about 90% of the city), worrying about getting jacked or having a run-in with a random mafioso, who might break my kneecaps then force-feed me cheesesteaks until my stomach explodes?
Okay, I'm done with the bitchy sarcasm. No, last night was not exactly ideal, especially considering what I had to give up. We really did get stuck in traffic, and really did have to roll through the ghetto (and yes, the ghetto makes up a substantial portion of Philly). Dinner was fine - okay, pretty good, actually - I had sesame-encrusted tuna with orange and teriyaki.
Cirque du Soleil, however, was pretty meh. Yeah, the physical feats are impressive, but I still would've rather been in SD with my people. The tent was air-conditioned, barely - it was still quite muggy, and the seats were uncomfortable and close together, so I was pretty sweaty by the end of it. Thankfully I didn't get into a rumble with any clowns (they wisely steered clear of me). And some of the women in the audience were quite lovely, for all the good that did me. A nice distraction before the show and during intermission, I guess.
But the most frustrating thing about it was... how should I put this? The story makes no sense. At one point I leaned over to my sister and said "I get it! Those people dressed in white are supposed to be sperm. The entire show is a statement on stem cell research!" Trust me, it's as good a theory as any other. Even my sister was confused, and she's much smarter than me.
And the worst thing? Apparently a CdS tour is coming through the DC area in October. So we could've gone to that one instead, which meant I wouldn't have had to venture into the mouth of hell, and I wouldn't have had to miss Comic-Con.
If I weren't an atheist, I'd be convinced that God really doesn't like me that much...
posted by the breakfast ninja at 8:44 PM
1 Comments:
I've only been to philly once and that was to go to the custom brokers office and then to the museum (which i worked into my trip). I feel for you though i did catch an episode of fresh prince of bel air last night with queen latifah that was pretty good. i do want to see cirque but so far haven't been convinced to up the $ for the $100 tickets at this point.
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