Baltimore vs. Philly

So this weekend I had the privilege of going to the lovely city of Baltimore (home of the Orioles). When I used to live in the country, I'd travel to cities and just enjoy the scenery. Now, I end up comparing every city to good old Philadelphia. And not just the Philadelphia shown on television, but the good old Philly, west, north, south, southwest, olde, and center parts of the city.

How does Baltimore compare? Well, besides the fact that they don't have a nickname (Balty, Batty, Beehive, B-more, Barthimore) they do okay. I mean, any city that you can start a "herpes, herpes" chant at a bar is definitely on par with Philly.

There is one glaring thing that I have a problem with Baltimore: cabbies, learn how to turn your light off when you have a fare! However, besides the fact you could stand on the corner and wave at THREE THOUSAND cabs with their look-i-have-no-one-paying-for-my-service-right-now light on, when TWO THOUSAND NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY NINE of the cabs have someone in their back seat. Assholes.

However, finally when a cab whose light was not on erroneously, the cabbies were generally friendly and spoke English. In fact, I think I prefer the Baltimore cabbie personality to the Philly one. I decided this when we were trying to find a cab home right around last call time...

We finally flagged down a cab, once we got in he said "ya'll mind waiting in here for a sec? Gotta go get a pack of cigarettes" which I answered, "Me too!!" and followed him down the block into a store. I saw him purchase a forty, and ran back to the cab, where me and my fab friends proceeded to eat a pizza while on the way home. A mushroom, pepperoni pizza to be exact. The only thing I didn't like about this cabbie was he insisted that it was not the cabbies faults that the lights didn't always turn off. I call bullshit on this, because if Philly can do it, anyone should be able to do it.

The only thing that happened that really pegged us from being from Philly were when three extremely drunk friends decided to go back to the hotel a little earlier for vomiting reasons. The cab stopped and as they were opening the door, the car behind them started honking. All three turned around at the same time, yelled "shut the fuck up" and proceeded to get in the car.

And that's why I love Philly. And my friends.