8/14/2012: GOODBYE My last days in Philly were pretty uneventful on the social side. Almost everyone was gone and the girl I hung out with the most worked until 10 because she's crazy. I would hang out with her, talk, and get a drink together. We also went to a couple of places around. One night we went to a club, we decided to go there because it said that the DJ was in the bathroom. He was. They tore down the walls to the bathroom and that was the DJ booth, the bathroom tiled floor and there was a bathtub. They played pretty cool music and it was packed with people but it was a fun experience. The most interesting part of the night was getting into the club. Trying to get into a club and the guy says, "Sorry I can't let you in your ID says you were born in 1998." I show him, "It's 1990." He looks harder. "It looks like an eight to me." I'm calculating in my head, "If I was born in 1998 that would make me 14. Kids that young don't even have IDs yet." He realized his mistake and let me in. I'll miss you PHILLY!