Philadelphia Freedom

This weekend, Daniel and I went to Philadelphia on a whim!

It was a simple day trip, brought on by beautiful weather and a full tank of gas. It wasn't one of those get-me-the-hell-out-of-New-York-City moments, but in anticipation of feeling that way in the future, we decided to go for it. It was only about a 2 hour drive, so we just listened to Professor Blastoff and made googly eyes at each other the whole time.

Aaaaand here come the pictures.

We arrived in the neighborhood where we would soon eat our cheese steaks, and I was already in love. Papel picado hung everywhere on a street where vendors sold Spongebob piñatas and Barbies standing in birthday cakes. It felt like my neighborhood in Brooklyn. 

There were two options for cheese steaks - Pat's and Geno's and they were right across the street from each other on Passyunk Ave (anyone want to tell me how to pronounce that?), and we chose Pat's based purely on this pun:

I think we chose correctly.

Jazzed.

Side note: This might be the best picture I've ever taken.

Trying to make Daniel jealous with the Phillie Phanatic

We then traveled to the Independence National Historic Park, which is where all the classic bits of history exist. The Liberty Bell, Independence Hall, The First and Second National Banks, and all kinds of places that Ben Franklin used to burp in.

Possibly more important than all of those things, though, Independence Park became the site of a recurring bit where I pretended to be Thomas Jefferson stumbling on the awkward stone walkways. 

No one was amused but me...and I was so amused that I repeated this thirteen more times.

Ben Franklin is buried here, so that's cool.

Ben Franklin illuminated by his own discovery. That's how you know you've made it.

Daniel with a portrait of George Washington. Fun fact: There was a George Washington impersonator about ten feet from us, but I was too intimidated by him to ask for a picture. 

We spent the remainder of our day at the Museum of Art, which you may know as the place where Rocky ran up a bunch of stairs. This is what he saw when he reached the top. 

And, guys, this is a phenomenal museum -- legitimately one of my favorites, and I live in stinking New York City, so I must know what I'm talking about. 

Ben Franklin getting some help with his life's greatest disovery.

What I loved most about this museum was the incredible set-up of the different rooms. Each one felt like an entirely different place from the one before it. 

This is indoors, by the way.

We capped off our museum adventure with the following impromptu photo shoot. 

Dancing, I guess?

We said goodbye to Philly, knowing full well we would be back soon. On our way home, we saw this inexplicable slogan in Trenton, NJ.

Uh...okay, Trenton. Chill out.

Anyway, that was our day trip. I think we kind of crushed it. 

I hope you're all having a fabulous week! If you've been to Philadelphia, or you've taken a stellar day/weekend trip lately, tell me all about it in the comments section. I'd love to know.