The Most “Philly” Photos and Videos from the Philly Victory Party
We’ll see your World Series and Super Bowl victory celebrations and raise you one Joe Biden-Kamala Harris-won-the-election celebration.
In recent years, Philadelphia has played host to a massive Eagles Super Bowl celebration. And then there was the huge Phillies World Series parade. But I gotta tell you: Saturday’s Joe Biden-Kamala Harris victory party in Philly could arguably have, er, trumped both. Combined.
If you were alive in Philly on Saturday, you will never forget that day, where you were, what you did, and who you did it with. Below, what some of you did, as told by your photos and videos from Saturday.
It’s not a Philly party unless…
Somebody disses Tom Brady.
It’s not a Philly party unless…
Some dude plops his lawn chair down in the middle of Broad Street.
Or unless…
A seventy-something Center City woman is being driven all over Philly in a Jeep with the top off so that she can scream profanities about Trump out the roof over and over again.
And definitely not unless…
That same woman breaks down in tears moments later.
It’s not a Philly party unless…
Delco shows up.
Nor is it one unless…
Bob & Barbara’s is represented (in T-shirt form) at the City Hall dance party. (Video courtesy Gina Tomaine)
It’s not a Philly party unless…
Somebody shows up with a cat in their backpack.
And you can’t call it one unless…
The line to get your photo taken under the “Good Things Happen In Philadelphia” banner is officially longer than the line at the Rocky statue. (Yeah, I checked.)
Here’s one great shot from there:
Or unless…
Some guy is hawking “Good Things Happen in Philly” t shirts that of course depict Rocky knocking out Donald Trump.
It’s not one unless…
Somebody brings a goat. (Though I’m not exactly sure if this because Philly is the G.O.A.T. or if it’s just a random goat appearance. Either way, cool.)
Or unless…
That Philly Chit Chat dude HughE Dillon is there.
It no Philly party unless…
A person somehow manages to combine references to Donnie Darko, Trump’s wall, the Kool-Aid man, Skeletor, and the Eagles’ Super Bowl win, all at the same time. Brav-fucking-o, my friend.
It’s not unless…
There’s lots and lots of chalk art. (Video courtesy Dawn Falato, who explains that the country music playing in the background was coming from “the Trump table.”)
It’s not a Philly party unless…
Somebody changes “election” to “elect-jawn.”
It’s not one unless…
We’re reminded that Philly has been defeating tyrants since 1776.
Or unless…
My friend Kenya shows up with a “Trust Black Women” sign.
And not unless…
There’s a nod to the 76ers.
It’s not a Philly party unless…
A massive crowd marching down Market Street breaks into “Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye.” (Video courtesy David O’Connor)
It’s not one unless…
Somebody uses “youse” on a sign.
It’s not a Philly party unless…
Gritty. Duh.