We somehow turned the "oldest bar in Philadelphia" into a pretty fun spot to play. Thanks to the girls we met from Down Unda and to our new roommate James who lent his late night PBR drinking room to us all for the night. I've said it before and I'll say it again: There's nothing more comforting than to wake up in the middle of the night in a strangers house and find a large bearded man gazing into the 5am sky, sipping beer after beer, while listening to "on tape" murder mysteries. I think I got -25min of sleep that night. The bartender had more fun posing for the below photo than he did at any other point in the night.
ps. James, if you are reading this, all joking aside we are thankful for the place to stay and the hospitality despite not being able to look at PBR ever the same:) Thank You.