I fall asleep at the bar.

Philadelphia, arguably the hardest city to spell. We're here playing "The Fire," which is so named because of the firehouse next door. I'm writing this post from the green room, a second story apartment which will be our lodging for the night. Yes - we are sleeping at the bar. Whats more, we have tomorrow off. Lets take a look at the situation.

Apartment above the bar - check.
Tomorrow off - check.
Drink tickets - check.

Yes, it looks like the ingredients are all there. Its time to get bibulous.