"I don't wanna go to Philadelphia!" This was the repeated thought, turned joke—complete with a whiney little punk voice and delivery—the first time I found myself heading to the city of brotherly love. It's not that I had ANYTHING against the city, mind you. It's because it was an unexpected detour en route to NYC...and I was driving.
I loathe driving when I don't know where I'm going. I think it stems from years and years of being the navigator on trips with my dad. You know, back before the days of GPS. (Did I just date myself there?)
Well, over the last few years, I've had the opportunity to visit Philly a little bit more and grown to appreciate it much more. I just went up there Sunday for a Lianne La Havas concert (PAUSE. SWOON!) and dinner with my dear, lovely, fabulous friend Marie (blue shoes below). ;)Read More