The Great Trip

Today, a select handful of government students visited the glorious City of Brotherly Love. Under the pretense of historical intellect saturation, we engaged in all manner of heinous shenanigans. On the bus ride there, Brooks and Nathan took in the marvelous cinematic achievement Happy Gilmore while Michael and Darsh viewed the spectacle of the Princess Bride. Then we arrived. We were subjected to a bombastic presentation recalled by rote by a hideous employee of the National Constitution Center. This scholar imbued us with the true meaning of "WE THE PEOPLE". Then...JIM'S MOTHERFUCKIN STEAKS. Omg, best Philly cheesesteaks ever. Following this gastronomic masterpiece, Thomas and I visited the site of a Starbucks, whereupon we purchased two coffees. Nabil then obscured his location, sending the two of us on a haphazard journey into the recesses of the soul. Eventually, the rest of our group was located and we traveled to Independence Hall. This was a most edifying experience, which was the last of our trip. The bus returned, and we made our way back to our welcoming hometown, with much tomfoolery on the ride there. I then hiked on foot to my humble abode, and proceeded to transcribe this detailed account.