Well I stayed up late last night so I decided to sleep in. My 
riend was going to be coming in around 1:30 PM on the train. I laid around and did some updating of yesterday‘s blog post and wasted
time since all the sudden it was past 1 o’clock and I had to 
ake a cab to get to the Jefferson Station on time. I did get there on time but I still managed to miss
her because she went up the different set of steps. Eventually
met each other at 12th and market at the Reading Terminal. The first thing we
did after we ran into each other was to walk down 
owards the sketch club in the plastic club. I was pretty sure they’re both going to be open on a Sunday. We went
to the Plastic Club and took 
ictures of the gallery and also her with my photo. They had a memorial show
for a woman who is a longtime member who recently 
ied. I believe it was her kids that we’re setting up the show. They were all very nice. After that we went next-door to the sketch club. I didn’t realize it at first but I was pulling out the wrong door. My friend pointed out the sign
with a little bit further to the left. Yes I pull goofy mood like
that all the time that’s one of the things that would bring in a relationship… 🧐🧐 anyhow we 
nocked on the door rang the doorbell I don’t know which and a really nice woman who was
olunteering let us in and was very nice to us. We then took a tour
o the musty downstairs which was like a museum. Next, we had upstairs and she was very impressed by the space. The space is very impressive I must say. It has a sunroof
and bolted ceiling I believe that’s what it’s called. Well she enjoyed the whole
experience and We decided to head on down
nd walk down done by three so we can get pictures of doors that you like. But we
found about two of them that you really like and we took a set of pictures and that was fun. Next he wanted to go to big Gay ice cream which is
on South Street
between 13th and Broad. I attempted some klutzy flirting job. I thought my friend was to
the left of me and the woman said yeah we can
be friends and then I proceeded to ask for a pen and got a magic marker and wrote my number and gave it to her and she just looked at me funny and that was that. You see making friends isn’t presto change oh.
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