[breakingnews]

Go to Philly.
Eat a cheesesteak at either Jim's or Chink's.
Continue on to Washington DC.
Make amends with the love of my life.
Hopefully have sex.
If not, weasel my way into pity sex.

I just realized there would be a lot of time left after this. I'd either:

Go to Atlanta, have my last supper at Fat Matt's Rib Shack before dropping in at the Pink Pony.

Or, head home to New Jersey, and do my absolute favorite thing in the world: Drive up the Delaware River, smoke a joint and fly fish until it's dark. Then die while driving home, running my car across the median of a three-lane highway and causing a spectacular 50-car pile-up. If I'm gonna go down, I'm taking people with me.