My crack house AirBnB, as a very funny /close FB friend dubbed it. Bed was ridiculously comfortable. But we had fun all night on my FB—an active salon where some of my smartest, coolest, and most interesting friends all over the country (and beyond) convene, following my ridiculous antics—like lost keys (Gloria Allred’s valet took them), my unmounted TV (2 years its been under the couch), or a #crackhouseairbnb with a PADLOCK on my bedroom door (over which an ambitious evildoer could easily climb). 67 bucks though and it’s two blocks from #peterpanbus (aka #Greyhound). Philly show was, a lot of us thought, even better than Brooklyn. ❤️♠️ (Except for no #teenagewristband and #summerskiss.) Got to see some people from here met in Brooklyn. One teaches law adjunct at Seton Hall and kindly deposited me at my #crackhouseairbnb.
All kidding aside, it was okay. Other than the slamming doors, quiet. No window. But host’s employee manager helpful (if not sober). I said I needed a fan because of hot flashes and he said “me too,” as he pointed to the sweat on his brow.
Suitemates a nice clean couple. They were misled by the ad too. This isn’t a person’s home. This appears to be a converted hotel that rented rooms by the hour at one point. It’s for cheap stays in #centercityphilly or #chinatown or #northernliberties.
I know the Penn area. And Market Street, where Mom’s old was, by the #fourseasonshotel gym. I know cities by their gyms.
If I had gotten shit together sooner, I could have worked out there. My mom’s former partner at #morganlewis would have hooked me up.
Only one question: How does Michigan have Equinox and Philly not?! @jeffworksout @chrischangfitness
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