The Best Day

I know I said I had finished with my postings from Philly, but I had such an amazing weekend that I felt it deserved it's own posting. I've never been much of a diary keeper, but I wanted this day saved forever.

Sat. April 15 started as an early one. Raj and his friend Schwabie registered for Raj's first 5k run, which started at 9 down by the Philadelphia art museum. Em and I also decided to get our butts out of bed early so we could go down and cheer them on. After grabbing some Dunkin' Donuts coffee, we headed into the city, only to arrive minutes too late. We missed the boys crossing the finish line, but perhaps that is not such a horrible thing, as Raj had thought the finish lines was .1 miles sooner than it actually was, and after a sprint to what he thought was the end, he promptly vomitted into the Schuykll river. He was a trooper, and finished the race. We then set off for breakfast after the boys ran the famous steps at the Philadelphia Art Museum, 100 step run to the top that I am more than familiar with. Breakfast at the Marathon Grill was tasty, and the good food and beautiful weather inspired our little family to take a vacation.

After stopping for gas and refreshments at WaWa, we headed for the shore. Never in my dreams would I have ever thought that New Jersey would be a vacation destination, but that is exactly what it was. We headed south to Cape May, parking at the historic lighthouse and taking a trip to the top to see the view. Then it was off to play in the ocean, which was freezing, but the warm sun and fresh air were what we all needed after the stress of big city living. Aside for a scuffle over seals doubling as buoyies, the walk on the beach was amazing. We walked down the promenade, ate salt water taffy, played skeeball, all saw a seal at the mini-golf course, and had dinner at an outdoor restaurant.

A windy and cold walk back to the car had us off to the city to finish the night. We found perfect parking, which never happens, just outside the bar where Em and my adventures in Philly started, Euology, and the discovery of the perfect beer, Nostradamus, and went to close this chapter where it was opened. A bottle of Belgian beer later, we walked down to Dark Horse to laugh for my last time at the drunk Norwegians and play some darts.

It was one of the best days of my life, but definitely bitter sweet. Moving to Philly was one of the best decisions of my life, and I think it is saddest because I may never return. I've shed more than a few tears, but I am looking forward to all of the new beginnings that lie ahead of me.