Pharewell Philly, Allô Allentown!

Worried that my last night in Philadelphia for a month would be spent steaming milk and pulling shots, I was convinced by friends to stay one extra night. And what a night it was!

It all started off with another potluck. The potluck was a good time with some good food and of course, good people. Huge success courtesy of the hostess, Nicole. While it was an enjoyable time, it was not without three minor bumps.

Potluck Pandemonium #1: You decided to laze around all day and thus did not make anything for the potluck. What do you do? First I would suggest staying home instead of showing your shamed face. But if you're itching for some socializing (or as the British say, 'socialising'), then your other option is to do what I did on Friday: Bring your high-spirits, good humor, and a friend who has made couscous. It worked out perfectly for me.

Potluck Pandemonium #2: You arrive at the party and only know a few people and not only that, the rest of the party attendees also are art school attendees (or insert some other strange faction of society that you are not a member of). The best thing to do is not talk about art. You do not go to art school and thus have no right to comment on anything. Also, it's the end of the semester, these kids do not want to talk about art after have been a slave to it for months. They only want to talk about anything else and how tired they are from do projects (is it okay if I call them projects??). So other than, I recommend not just talking to the people you came with and get out there and socialize. If that does not work out, you can also curl up on the staircase with the people you know and a nice ration of an infamous Cancún spring break beverage.

Potluck Pandemonium #3: You made everyone else late trying to plan out a nice outfit that would function for the potluck AND the after-party (layers!), and just when you show up thinking you are wearing some truly unique, there's an exact replica sitting in the wingback chair to the left. Not that this has ever happened to me of course, but it very well could have. The best thing to do is to laugh about it all because it's just clothing. If you do not know the person, do not glare at them from across the room (although they most likely will do it to you), instead, act like you do not see them. If you do not know them, do not go out of your way to talk to them and be extra nice. Doing that will make it apparent that you are uncomfortable about the situation. If you do know the person say something ultra-witty like... "We GOTTA start calling each before we go out" and then playfully punch them on the shoulder. They'll get a kick out of it, and so will all the guests. Another don't is to change at the party. This is basically throwing a white flag and letting the other person win. If you can cover it up discreetly with a hoodie or something, than that is totally acceptable.

After those three crises were avoided, we headed out to a mystical place called "Big Rock Candy Mountain", a name apparently not made up by Abbey.

What a magical place! A warehouse converted into a house with a circular hole cut out in the first floor creating a nice view of the bands performing down below. The bands were great and there was a special guest appearance by the ever-cute Brooklyn duo, Matt & Kim. Everything about it was amazing, especially the part where Matt put on Lil Mama's 'Lip Gloss' at the end and a dance party ensued.

Other highlights included going to Tony's bar down the road and being educated on the oldest music in the world (Puerto Rican folk music, followed closely by the Beyoncé). The place looked like a Mexican strip club BUT turned out to be chock full of fun people swinging maracas and a beer cooler thing that only gets turned on when one wishes to make a purchase. On the way back we stumbled upon a tennis court covered in dog waste. It was bizarre (or some sort of art installation?!). All in all the night turned out to be a "Never-Ending Story Part II: Good Time Island".

As for the Lehigh Valley aspect, I attended this:
My good friend Andy V was actually in the video, and everyone who is anyone in the LV was there (aka people I hadn't seen in awhile). Dear Yasmin and J Nam were not there though, but our hearts go out to them.

It was nice because it was the first skate video premiere that I could sit down at. And not only were there chairs, but it was in a theater, so the chairs were relatively comfortable AND bathrooms readily accessible.

Afterwards, fun-times continued with a bowling special. I do not particularly like bowling but I do particularly enjoy good people.

There were no 'faux pas' to happen because nobody really cares!

After party went down at Dunkin Donuts where the EMTs didn't "want to sound like bitches" but told us to "go home now!" due to the snow.

So that's what my today is, snow. King of Prussia extravaganza was canceled.

Dreadfully terrible.