This ship sunk.

Despite a rainy birthday week, Ian and I had plenty of celebrating. Marie and Steve visited for the weekend, and we were originally going to the last Mets game of the season but the concept was just too depressing. Instead we went to not one, but two Jose Garces restaurants, Liberty Bellows (great name!) and Linvilla Orchards. Highlights:

On Ian's birthday I surprised him with a tiny apartment-sized party featuring our best Philadelphia friends, hot bean dip, texas caviar, and apple pie. Since the actual day was rainy, we went on a field trip a couple days later to Old City. Our stops were the Second Bank of the United States, a strange antique store we've never noticed before (that's sometimes visible by day), and picturesque oddities in between.

In other news, I exhibited at Philly Zine Fest where I perfected Networking for Wallflowers. Jenny's glands are better, but with all the excitement she ate something she wasn't supposed to and her lips became red and swollen. The only thing more pathetic than a dog in a cone, is a dog with puffy lips. She was put on steroids for a week, which make her pee everywhere like a puppy. Fun! And finally, we're moving! Not back to Virginia yet, but to a much bigger, much prettier apartment on 49th street. We will be free of Penn and its endless ethnic frat parties, our terrible landlord, leaky ceiling, schizophrenic neighbors, and the roach invasion. Packing up (carefully, without any unwanted guests) can't come soon enough.