Friday.

So, Friday was fun. Drank some, went to some nice establishments in Old City, Phildelphia, got hit by a Septa bus. Yeah, at the end of the night, Chris, Nick and I flagged down a cab to go home. We get in, tell the guy where we wanted to go and he begins to pull a U-turn in the middle of the road. I happen to glance out the left window and see a Septa bus coming much too close and fast. After screaming like a little girl and getting in the fetal position, bracing for impact, as well as hearing the screams (also quite feminine) from Chris and Nick, the bus hit us. Luckily for us, the bus was trying to slow down at the time and did not hit us too hard. The bus's bumper managed to get jammed underneath the rear wheelwell of the cab. To free the cab Nick tried to get the bus to reverse but apparantly Septa buses do not reverse for no one. We saw the cops coming and figured our business here was done so we got out and went to another cab.

Blurry pic of us all peeing in an ally, well, I peed after.