Not Anonymous

The best thing about having Robbie around is that he's writing about our days about town as well.

Here's what he wrote about his first day in Philly: http://hemlock-sholes.livejournal.com/1389.html.

It was a great day, I didn't realize how much I missed Robbie, it's still hard to believe it's been almost five months since I'd seen him and now he's here.

I'm really happy.
But still home sick.

Got back from the Philly Pride Parade.
Fun was had by yours truly.
I am now a whole lot more buttoned than I was before and I have lots of beads and chains for Israeli Pride.
Plus, I finally have a rainbow flag! Woot!

The floats were very nice, but by far the best one was the mock X-Men float, in which all our favourite super-heroes and heroines were queered and called themselves the G-Men... which is pretty ironic since the X-Men are notoriously non-government.
It was pretty weird hearing the cartoon theme song blaring out of the speakers and then getting a techno version of "I will survive" right after it.

So we (as in all of queer Philadelphia and the allies) marched through Center City to Penn's Landing near the river and there, there was much the commercialized booths.
What is it with Americans and beer.

Bud Lite was the sponsor for the event.

Not all was good though, ( I was being stalked )
And Mummy had warned me to have fun and be weary of predators :)

There was a festival in Mt. Airy (the neighborhood I'm currently living in) and I had Falafel!!!

Plus there was music, lots of fresh air and just a lot of spending time outside.

Also pancake brunch which the sib-in-law made... mmmm, blueberry jam.

A good day.

You can probably tell by the broken sentences that I'm really tired.
Good tired :)

I don't know if it was apparent from the way I was writing but for the past few weeks I was pretty depressed (I actually burst into tears last night and wet my brother-in-law's shoulder), I was home sick and wasted my weekends away.
Last night the depression seemed to have reached it's peak (hence the crying) and I forced myself to leave the neighborhood and explore Philadelpiha on my own.

And I did.

( Transamerica - there are spoilers here so beware )

( Jingoism and Patriotism... Oy vey! )

The city itself gives a great urban impression, I could personally discern the different smells that to me, mean "City". The slight aftertaste of petrol in the air, because the streets are full of cars, the smell of sewage, thank God it wasn't over whelming, other wise getting out of my funk would have been so not worth it, as it happens it merely made walking in Center City all the more enriching, because out here in the suburbs, it's very "clean" almost country like, and since I am overall and urban kind of girl I felt myself walking along and feeling as if I was on Alenbi... sort of, Alenbi isn't THAT dirty, is it, not like Shenkin.
Anyway, I walked along the shops, did some viewing and window shopping and then went into Borders (which is my temple where I worship all the Gods and Goddess' of books) and bought some comic books, which I shall talk about later, since I haven't finished reading them yet.

That is all that happened today, tomorrow I'll be going the Philadelphia Art Museum... yes, the one from Rocky and yes I will hum the theme and jump up and down like a moron.

Why?

I liked the movie.

Pretty boring day, all in all.
Except for a slight disagreement with between the Father, the Mother and the Son.
The Aunt and the Daughter remained out of it, thankfully.

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Yesterday was actually a lot more interesting, it was so freakin' cold I could hardly walk down the street to the coffee shop at the end of the long street, so I just crossed the road to the commuters coffee shop there.

It was nice and warm and the girl operating the place actually helped me in with the pram, she was very sweet and of course oooohed and aaaahed over Libby who was fast asleep.
She does sleep very well, not to mention the whole extreme cold knocks her out.
So while I'm in the coffee shop (drinking my caramel latte and knitting), this guy comes in and I see the operating girl roll her eyes and even say a small silent prayer.

The man was wacko - in a loud harmless sort of way - he noticed me and started a conversation, I basically nodded and hummed and the girl kept looking at me and nodding as if to say you're doing okay.
The guy was basically there to get lunch for his pregnant wife (which he saw fit to show me on his phone-cam), I must infinite patience because it was only after he quizzed me about Libby; I made it clear I was not her mother (why would I be her mother, okay so it makes sense; what with the young woman pushing a pram and all, but it made me very uncomfortable, I'm pretty sure I'll be child-free) and told him I was just babysitting for my sister, he started asking me when I'll get a boyfriend.
Told him I'd had and was not interested at the moment in finding one.
Then came the whole talk about how there should be peace in Israel (how he deciphered from my accent that I was Israeli I'll never know) and how he prays for peace every day and how I should find a man to be happy with, because you know it's unnatural for two men to be together, just a man and a woman.

Yeah.

I promptly lost patience and tried to ignore him as best as possible, luckily his food was ready and he left. I turned to the girl and asked:
"He he always like this?"
"Oh no, that was mild"
*face-palm*
"Does he come here everyday?!" I wanted to come back here, since it was so close and the coffee didn't suck.
"He used to," she looked up "But then god smiled and he moved".

Funny lady.
Creepy man.