So I'm advance posting this one to publish at the proper time because I'll be busy when it actually happened.
We were sitting in the diner. It seems to me that the sun was shining while he nervously approached his subject. He was afraid that I must not be having a very good time. Why don't we head up to New York, where the drinking age was only 18 and I would be able to pass for old enough? He'd already cleared it with mom.
I was having a fine time. The concert had been a blast, though I'd done that by myself. Still, he wanted this to be a really great weekend for me, and he was sure I'd have a much better time in New York.
I finally relented, and we soon headed back to the hotel to pack our stuff.
The two breakfasts in Philadelphia are basically all I remember of the daytime hours in that city.
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