Happy 30th birthday, Shelby!
Dear Holg:
I'm not sure who you are, or how we got your balloon, but thanks for lending it to us for the evening. Everyone at Jim's Steaks (including the guy who had to climb up on the counter drunkenly to retrieve it from the ceiling) really liked the colorful whimsy it added to our trek.
Yours in boisterous Philadelphian celebration,
Rachel
And to Val, who took us in at 2:30am, thanks, glad your bed doesn't smell like cheese steak, and oh my gosh, I still can't believe we saw a runaway horse and carriage the next day.
Whew. I'm still tired from this weekend.
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