Let me tell you about Sips. It’s a Philly thing as far as I know, and it occurs every Wednesday in the summer where specials occur across the city bars and beer gardens for a happy hour into night thing…on a Wednesday night…with work the next day…every week….from Memorial Day until Labor Day.
So my first few years out of college I never went. First year I was in Souther Jersey hating life and poor, my second year I was too lazy to get up there. This year I made it a point to go. The first time I went was 2 weeks ago and it was chill. Me and a couple bros crushing some beers, hanging out. Nothing too wild.
So I decided to do it back-to-back weeks with my friends. This was either my best idea or worst idea. I was coming off of a long day which ended with a beer, followed by me commuting up to Philly without stopping for dinner. We end up at a beer garden right across from the Comcast building and I grab two Sierra Nevada’s (gotta grab two a time with lines). Then my buddy buys me a Sly Fox Helles Lager. Then I try Pizza Boy and fall. in. love. with their APA. I couldn’t tell you how many of those I had, because the one beer line was on the way to the bathroom so I was constantly grabbing a fresh one almost every pee break and by the time I got back to my friends another one.
A female friend brought her friends along as well, so there were oh, 20 girls there. I was not complaining and was in my rarest form I haven’t been in awhile. It felt good. I missed it.
We end up at another bar afterwards, more beers. More dancing like a white guy trying to seem the least bit subtle trying to dance while hoping “gee I hope these hip thrusts are turning people on.” You end up looking like this guy:
NEWS FLASH: THEY NEVER DO.
Only a girl doing this can turn a guy on, not the other way around. Guys find that out the hard way.
Anyways, I get home and crush some cold ass Calamari. I fire off a VERY drunk tweet if anyone caught it (my Dad did). It was a topic of dinner the next day.
I went to sleep and woke up feeling absolutely awful. I crushed two Dunkin Donuts, Dunkin Ice Tea in the AM, grabbed a Philly cheesesteak at 10 AM the next day with a Coke. Followed that up with Pizza Hut personal pizza and 3 breakdsticks from Target with a Moutain Dew and a TON of water. I was hungover the next day driving home from an 8 hour shift at work. That is how bad it was.
But, I can’t wait to do it all again next year! Sips, I already miss you. You are the like that summer fling that lasts just long enough that I’m happy your gone, but come cuffing season, I will probably text you saying what’s up, we should grab a drink sometime.