Philadelphia

Here are some photos from our weekend trip to Philadelphia, which - despite a decidedly rural gay scene - we really really liked. Maybe enough to move there someday soon. But probably not enough to move there whilst still planning our impending nuptials.

Which, by the way, will hopefully be advanced one step further the weekend after next, when we will meet with one overpriced caterer and one that we have a good feeling about. The other two are evidently too busy to meet with two young and frivolous gays with (somewhat) disposable (parental) income.

And, rest assured, we're bringing my mother. I think she's more than a little excited about this.

Anyways, some photos:


Philadelphia: where the streets have trees....


....and you, too, can own a row house....


....or a real house ten minutes outside of the city....


....which might be considered preferable, given the city dwellers' penchant for Glass Brick. Seriously, everywhere.


The view from the art museum, where Rocky ran up the stairs and did the jumping thing. And then, three decades later, so did everyone else and their heeeesterical friends.


A kinky enema fetish sculpture with running water. Outside of a TGIF.


The fine art of the self-portrait I: Two loving brothers in the city of brotherly love.


The fine art of the self-portrait II: Two loving brothers in front of the city of brotherly love.



And finally, the fine art of the self-portrait III - or, What M. and I are Willing to Endure to Get the Perfect Self-Portrait - or, Please Steal Our Digital Camera: