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Philly-NYC Trip, Day 3
Sep. 6th, 2022 11:59 pmTUESDAY
I woke up just after five to use the bathroom. Carl had written me back that it was, again, for the best we skipped the Bike Stop last night. Fingers crossed for tonight. I went back to bed just before six and rose for the day about nine. We watched the Weather Channel for a while and headed down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast around 10:30. After breakfast we sat on a bench outside the lobby and watched the rain and the traffic on the narrow street. We returned to the room, and Gary napped while I posted pictures to Facebook.
About 2:30 we walked to the Bourse Food Hall for a late lunch at Firebyrd Chicken. We had grilled chicken sandwiches, mine with fried pickles and his with coleslaw. From there we took the subway to Spring Garden, which is an elevated stop in the I-95 median. There was a puddle of ick on the floor of the train so I carefully wiped my shoes on the platform when we left. We descended to street level to catch the 38 bus to the vicinity of the Rocky Steps. While waiting for the bus we noticed a hot bear with a shaved head and a long, thin beard, wearing a white T-shirt, jeans, and work boots; that beard reminds me of Jason the Illustrated Man. He boarded the bus and we followed.
When we arrived at the museum, much of the area was still cordoned off. We made our way to the Rocky statue at the foot of the steps and took pictures, but the steps themselves were fenced off about halfway up. So we walked around and up the hill to the north side of the building and thence to the top of the steps. A cute bearish dude and another big dude were jumping up and down for the camera. We took pictures, then walked around the building from the other side, descended the hill, and waited by the Joan of Arc statue for the 32 bus to the Bike Stop. While we waited, a tall, shirtless dude covered in ink and wearing see-through wet white shorts over orange compression shorts jogged past us. The trip was uneventful and it was a short walk from the bus stop to the bar.
We spent a half hour or so at the bar, having a nice chat with the bartender and corresponding with Carl on Messenger. We all were in need of dinner so we agreed to meet up there around nine. That settled, we walked around the corner to Moriarty's pub, where we were served by a cute cublet with nice ink on his arms past the elbows. I had the shepherd's pie and coffee and Gary had a turkey burger. For dessert Gary ordered the key lime pie but was served cheesecake, which he didn't mind because he'd been having trouble deciding between the two. I had the classic bread pudding and more coffee. From there we walked to the nearby CVS pharmacy for postcards and supplies, then returned to the Bike Stop to wait for Carl to arrive, which he did just after nine. We chatted for about an hour and a half about our trip, bear clubs, camping, erotic couture, and assorted other topics. As we prepared to leave, I suggested we take a selfie so I could properly thank Alan for virtually introducing us. Gary was positioned better so he took the picture with my phone.
We walked up 11th Street to the subway station and caught the train two stops to our usual place. On the way back to the hotel we encountered a group of homeless dudes: one who reminded us of Gabriel who I met at the YMCA in Seattle; another who was peeing on a street tree; and a big young dude whose query "Help the homeless?" sounded like "Oklahoma?". We managed to get past them without incident and got back to the room about eleven. We prepared for bed about midnight and kept the TV on for the Giants at Dodgers game still in progress. I took the time to journal and settled into bed.
I woke up just after five to use the bathroom. Carl had written me back that it was, again, for the best we skipped the Bike Stop last night. Fingers crossed for tonight. I went back to bed just before six and rose for the day about nine. We watched the Weather Channel for a while and headed down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast around 10:30. After breakfast we sat on a bench outside the lobby and watched the rain and the traffic on the narrow street. We returned to the room, and Gary napped while I posted pictures to Facebook.
About 2:30 we walked to the Bourse Food Hall for a late lunch at Firebyrd Chicken. We had grilled chicken sandwiches, mine with fried pickles and his with coleslaw. From there we took the subway to Spring Garden, which is an elevated stop in the I-95 median. There was a puddle of ick on the floor of the train so I carefully wiped my shoes on the platform when we left. We descended to street level to catch the 38 bus to the vicinity of the Rocky Steps. While waiting for the bus we noticed a hot bear with a shaved head and a long, thin beard, wearing a white T-shirt, jeans, and work boots; that beard reminds me of Jason the Illustrated Man. He boarded the bus and we followed.
When we arrived at the museum, much of the area was still cordoned off. We made our way to the Rocky statue at the foot of the steps and took pictures, but the steps themselves were fenced off about halfway up. So we walked around and up the hill to the north side of the building and thence to the top of the steps. A cute bearish dude and another big dude were jumping up and down for the camera. We took pictures, then walked around the building from the other side, descended the hill, and waited by the Joan of Arc statue for the 32 bus to the Bike Stop. While we waited, a tall, shirtless dude covered in ink and wearing see-through wet white shorts over orange compression shorts jogged past us. The trip was uneventful and it was a short walk from the bus stop to the bar.
We spent a half hour or so at the bar, having a nice chat with the bartender and corresponding with Carl on Messenger. We all were in need of dinner so we agreed to meet up there around nine. That settled, we walked around the corner to Moriarty's pub, where we were served by a cute cublet with nice ink on his arms past the elbows. I had the shepherd's pie and coffee and Gary had a turkey burger. For dessert Gary ordered the key lime pie but was served cheesecake, which he didn't mind because he'd been having trouble deciding between the two. I had the classic bread pudding and more coffee. From there we walked to the nearby CVS pharmacy for postcards and supplies, then returned to the Bike Stop to wait for Carl to arrive, which he did just after nine. We chatted for about an hour and a half about our trip, bear clubs, camping, erotic couture, and assorted other topics. As we prepared to leave, I suggested we take a selfie so I could properly thank Alan for virtually introducing us. Gary was positioned better so he took the picture with my phone.
We walked up 11th Street to the subway station and caught the train two stops to our usual place. On the way back to the hotel we encountered a group of homeless dudes: one who reminded us of Gabriel who I met at the YMCA in Seattle; another who was peeing on a street tree; and a big young dude whose query "Help the homeless?" sounded like "Oklahoma?". We managed to get past them without incident and got back to the room about eleven. We prepared for bed about midnight and kept the TV on for the Giants at Dodgers game still in progress. I took the time to journal and settled into bed.