So i know I haven't posted in a while, but I figure this story is worth rekindling my love affair with the blog, so with no further adieu i give you my morning yesterday.....
I wake up from a 10 and a half hour night sleep at 9:00 am Tuesday morning. (This was a much needed night's sleep, since i had amassed the same amount of sleep in the previous 3 nights.) I felt very refreshed and ready to take on whatever the day had in store for me. I got my quick routine shower while listening to Rob Bass, and grabbed a banana for my walk to work.
Just an average walk, except for whatever reason everyone kept asking me if I knew where things in the area were, as if I was the king of the illadelph.
Where's the Commerce Bank?
Where's the (UPenn) admissions office? (Multiple times)
Am I closer to American Apparel or the Gap?
Is there a sit-down restaurant within walking distance to my current location?
Now normally having to turn down my jams and stop eating my banana and drinking my glass of water would put me in a very disgruntled mood, but like I said I was refreshed. After all of this I was already 3 blocks away from World Cafe Live, and I had barely started on my banana, so I returned to the routine.
As I walked down Walnut between 34th and 33rd street I saw a blue compact car pull into a spot on the front of hte block. Nothing special. But then the driver got out and he went to help the passenger out of the back seat. This struck me as odd being that a relatively beat looking car was being used to chauffer someone of notariety. Probably some lame Penn guest speaker, economist, or BS author, or historian, or something nerds would like. Nothing to impress my Rock N' Roll lifestyle.
Until the passenger steps out of the automobile. An old man seemingly from central Asian decent...maybe China, probably Mongolia, potentially even Tibet. This man is wearing only a red robe of sorts with yellow undertones, and I think to myself he looks important... Is that the dalai lama. But I figure I'm just letting pre-conceived biases get to me, and that there's no way his holiness is on our street, but I realize I've been staring at him for about 3 seconds. (don't think thats long stare at a stranger and count to 3, you'll see.) So I give him the eyebrows... ya know that ones that say "welcome, to phildealphia." since I am the king and outward representative of the city.
As I watch the news today I found out the Dalai Lama was in town and as they show an image of him on the tv I am confirmed that I did in fact give the dalai lama the eyebrows.
