To have a drunken one night stand in the city of Philadelphia.
Etymology: While dragging one's sorry ass home in the morning, panties firmly tucked in back pocket, one might pass the garish Moshulu, a merchant sailing ship-cum-floating restaurant, bobbing mockingly on the Delaware River.
Kathy: Oh, dude. I met this guy at The Plough & The Stars last night...
Danielle: Did you moshulu?
Kathy: My god. I totally moshulued. But I scribbled my phone number on his PECO bill with my eyeliner, so it's all good.