Fun in Philly

I made it here in one piece yesterday, but not without narrowly escaping disaster.  Once I drive 4.5 hours and get off the PA turnpike, I have to get onto the Schuylkill (pronounced skew-kill) Expressway, which is nicknamed 'Sure-kill' because of the way it winds dangerously towards Philly along the Schuylkill River.  It's always backed up and there's always accidents.  As I was coming down, a Chevy Suburban (the biggest vehicle you can buy short of a tank) was barrelling down and didn't realize that the traffic stopped and they jerked the wheel to the left (fortunately there wasn't anyone in the two lanes next to them) and spun around twice within 50 feet, on the other side of the median, of me.  I'm sure they shit their pants, I would have.  People are crazy.

Last night, we met up with a bunch of my old friends at a gay social networking event where 100 gays show up at a local restaurant or bar on their off nights and make them a lot of money.  Straight places love the gay dollar, just not so much the gays attached to them.

I found my LA Fitness out here, but the gym was kind of run down and scary.  I did my workout and then Eddie and I walked around the lake outside of his apartment building.  It's 3.5 miles around, so once you get so far, you can't stop.  I thought I'd have a hard time with eating, but I'm doing really well so far.

Tonight, we are going to Woody's, the bar that I came out in.  On Friday's, they have country two-stepping.  That's how I met Eddie and Scott some 20 years ago.  It's very social and it's fun to do the line dances.  Tomorrow, Eddie and I are heading to New York City to see a show (Avenue Q), meet up with some friends and we'll be staying overnight, coming back to his house on Sunday.  Today, it's about 60 now, with the high to be 68 degrees, which is insane for the middle of February.   Tomorrow, back in the 40's.