Today: Philadelphia or bust.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Hopefully, it’s Philadelphia.  Who likes a bust?

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The first and last time I was in Philadelphia was 1999.  My parents and I drove down for my college interviews at St. Joseph’s and Villanova.  During the same trip, we hit up Fairfield, Fordham and Loyola Maryland.  What can I say?  We love the Jesuits.  Anyway,  we stayed in Center City and got up close and personal with the Liberty Bell.  Being one of four children, I thought it was kind of cool to have my parents all to myself.  I was shy and nervous and weird on those campus tours, but my mom and dad stuck by my side.  Even though they probably wanted to ditch me in the cafeteria and go cut loose with the other normals.

So here I am, twelve years later, still shy and nervous and weird (but with a college degree), heading back to the City of Brotherly Love.  I am so looking forward to attending the Healthy Living Summit, getting in a run or two, climbing the “Rocky steps” (leaving my boxing gloves at home, sadly), and spending time with friends old and new.  I’m so excited I could crack a historically significant artifact.

But I won’t.  Unless those chia cocktails get to me.  In which case, all bets are off.

Also On Tap for Today:

• Boxing drills at Peter Welch’s
• Charging gadgets, and packing stuff, and forgetting things
• How cute is this pantry?