philly

went to a bar saturday night on the river where the bouncers actually patted us down. upon entering we witness absolute chaos as there were, in my estimate, at least 5,000 drunk people dancing and shit. we had open bar for a couple hours, which resulted in me barfing my pizza up on our front stairs. but not before leaving the bar and hearing what were thought to be, and later confirmed to be gunshots. in the whirlwind of cop cars pulling up, drunk people running out, and me trying to figure out which way was up, i realized, im not in kansas anymore.