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2:15 PM I’m in Rittenhouse Square so I’ve stopped at La Colombe for a latte. The line is long but moving fast. La Colombe is easily the trendiest coffeehouse in town. The air is sweeter here; I’ve heard they bring it in from France.

This week, Phillyist saw the waters of a landmark fountain run red for a Showtime marketing stunt, the Phils pull ahead, and some serious nostalgia. They also got a chance to review an awesome tribute album, reminded folks to see the King, and appreciated their beautiful skyline.

Well, the theatre season is heating up now that we’ve almost reached the PLAF halfway point. So in honor of that, we chose a quote, courtesy of Charles Jefferies, that made us giggle. While the first part of it is contained above, it should read in full: “The Play is the Master and I am its Whore!” Now, on with the listings!

Not that we don't love Old City (we do), but we figured this week, we should focus on some of the First Friday goings-on that aren't part of the typical First Friday scene. Here are a few places we might be checking out tonight – places where the crowds might even be smaller. (That means more wine for us!)

We're guessing most of you are hungover from St. Patrick's Day. We are too. But still, we're going to muddle on through our green haze and give you (drum roll please...) this Week In -ists.

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Austinist tells you how to vote so you don't have to think. Sweet!

San Francisco is proud host of a new reality show called "How to Get the Guy" that's unfortunately not a descendant of Will and Grace, Queer Eye, The L Word, American Idol etc. Also a biodefence lab is coming to the East Bay and SFist teaches wine pairing.

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It's Wednesday. Hump day. Even Mother Goose couldn't give it a break. But that shouldn't stop you from good times on the internet, as our sister -ists have proven to us.

...Stupid: Kid Rock sues to stop the release of a sex tape starring him and Scott Stapp (the recently-married former frontman of Creed). We respect everyone's right to privacy, and we're not necessarily making fun of the suit. We're just making fun of the fact that KID ROCK AND SCOTT STAPP MADE A SEX TAPE. (Via People)

Try not to panic - but the dreaded pink, red and doily-clad holiday, St. Valentine's, is only a week away. If you're on the lookout for something to do other than you traditional dinner and a movie, Philly's got some less-than-ordinary Valentine themed attractions going on. (And to our single brethren, these events are also singles friendly):

Phillyist knows you're probably sick to death of hearing about labor relations; however - it's good to remember that this isn't an issue unique to our time (or transit system).

This week, Return to Sender and Phillial team up to give the men of Philadelphia the hand they so desperately need.

By Daniel J. Linehan

Unless you live under a rock and/or have never clicked on a real-live-nude-girl website, thumbed through an issue of Playboy, or sashayed through your local sex shop, you've probably heard of Wednesday's passage of a new porn law by the Department of Justice. The legislation, known as Section 2257, could shut down a majority of the porn that you peruse. By invoking a noble purpose, the government has effectively found a way to circumvent that pesky concept of "free speech" and replace it with old-fashioned good intentions. Yet as a panhandler in front of 30th Street Station whispered to me the other day, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." Requests for quarters aside, I'm starting to think he was right. With the ostensible goal of thwarting off teenage would-be starlets, the law requires that every depiction of real-life sexual activity in photographic or video form must be accompanied by a statement that indicates where age records are kept, and where to contact the record keeper. In addition, said record keeper must be available at a physical address 20 hours a week, lest Uncle Sam comes knocking at your door. The penalty for non-compliance? Up to 5 years in prison, and up to a $5000 dollar fine. As a result, thousands of sex workers – and no doubt countless Philadelphia vendors - may lose their livelihood as porn purveyors as they scramble to meet up with the Draconian regulations. And in a medium as tenuous as the Internet, it's hard to believe that the physical statistics of full name, stage name, age, location, and contact info can be filled-in with any promise of regularity. South Street may never look the same again.