Aaahhhh... at last, i can post again. Sorry I've been so "absent" lately- the last couple of weeks have been insanely busy, with something to do every evening and work so hectic I have no time for my favorite place and people.
Y'all know who you are.
So anyway, I have yet to answer the questions regarding Pittsburgh, the psycho social worker, bubble punch, pirates, etc.
I am sorry to say, pics will have to wait a little longer. Except for one.
I'll give you one.
This is me outside the original redoubt from Ft Pitt. It was built in 1764. I'm not QUITE that old.
So we went to Pittsburgh because my wife, who is an AVID LJ'er (another reason I don't get to post as often as I like- she hogs the damn internet connection in the evenings
)
has a friend there who is having a baby in a month or so. She's a riot, and her man is pretty cool- we've met up with them twice before, and we're becoming friends.
Well after this weekend, we're A LOT closer, as are all the other LJ friends who showed, because Erin (the friend) invited a complete stranger, who is a slightly disabled social worker, to come to the party and crash on her couch ( as a bit of spite to her man Henry, who said no to the idea of a male couch surfer coming to stay the week before).
Now, let's get this straight, for one- Erin and Henry aren't married, he's a lot older and already has kids, Erin is a little "different", they live in a little apartment, and they invite a SOCIAL WORKER to come stay with them before the baby is born. Hmmm.
This lady, Kathy, was a fucking nightmare.
No kidding.
Awkward, mean, oddly attached to Erin, socially inept, and as tactless as a donkey in a nice restaurant.
However, she supplied a means for EVERYONE ELSE to bond. How nice.
She has since (on her LJ, where her ONLY friends live) proceeded to basically call Erin and Henry white trash hillbillies, malign everything about them, and publicly post the contents of their bathroom closet.
Some thanks for letting her stay at their place.
The shower, which my wife organized, was a lot of fun. It was a "haunted" shower (Halloween themed) and of course, regan and I were the only costumed guests. Oh well.
But it was lost of fun- no one went for the "bobbing for Baby Heads" game unfortunately, but "pin the Banadanna on the Hoover" was a hit.
Hoover is the nickname for Henry, Erin's man, and he is NEVER seen without a bandanna on his head, hence the joke. We pasted his face on a drawing of a baby and cut out little bandannas for people to try and pin the picture while blindfolded. Fun!!
And while is awful, it's even worse when it has been cooked, frozen, and thawed, and THEN used. Uck. The punch sucked.
One of the best parts of the weekend was my excursion with Henry to Ft Pitt Park. It's on a spit of land where the Allegany and Monongahela rivers come together to form the Ohio, and there have been many forts built there over time, and eventually the city of Pittsburgh. ( named for the British prime minister William Pitt).
We took the light rail train (very cool) and had to wade through oodles of people- Pittsburgh was having it's annual St Patricks Day parade that day, and its the second largest (next to NYC) in the nation.
We saw a girl pee on the street between 2 cars.
Here's where the rivers come together.
We wandered the museum, walked the grounds, the redoubt, ramparts, etc.
Good times.
Today, I am spending the day getting prepared for my Irish music debut- I am the evening's entertainment at the Irish Rover II in laGrange, with a friend of mine who plays banjo and my sister in law who is an awesome fiddle player.
I'm a bit nervous- I have'nt played an actual "gig" in almost a decade.
But i have tested the PA, and gotten the tape deck up for recording us, and gotten all the mics and stands preset. We have benn practicing like mad for three weeks.
About all I can do at the moment. We're playing for 3-4 hours (yikes!)
They expect the place to be packed.
Wish me luck.
So all of you, have a wonderful evening, enjoy the holiday, and weekend, and i hope to have more tomorrow.
Y'all know who you are.
So anyway, I have yet to answer the questions regarding Pittsburgh, the psycho social worker, bubble punch, pirates, etc.
I am sorry to say, pics will have to wait a little longer. Except for one.
I'll give you one.
This is me outside the original redoubt from Ft Pitt. It was built in 1764. I'm not QUITE that old.
So we went to Pittsburgh because my wife, who is an AVID LJ'er (another reason I don't get to post as often as I like- she hogs the damn internet connection in the evenings
)
has a friend there who is having a baby in a month or so. She's a riot, and her man is pretty cool- we've met up with them twice before, and we're becoming friends.
Well after this weekend, we're A LOT closer, as are all the other LJ friends who showed, because Erin (the friend) invited a complete stranger, who is a slightly disabled social worker, to come to the party and crash on her couch ( as a bit of spite to her man Henry, who said no to the idea of a male couch surfer coming to stay the week before).
Now, let's get this straight, for one- Erin and Henry aren't married, he's a lot older and already has kids, Erin is a little "different", they live in a little apartment, and they invite a SOCIAL WORKER to come stay with them before the baby is born. Hmmm.
This lady, Kathy, was a fucking nightmare.
No kidding.
Awkward, mean, oddly attached to Erin, socially inept, and as tactless as a donkey in a nice restaurant.
However, she supplied a means for EVERYONE ELSE to bond. How nice.
She has since (on her LJ, where her ONLY friends live) proceeded to basically call Erin and Henry white trash hillbillies, malign everything about them, and publicly post the contents of their bathroom closet.
Some thanks for letting her stay at their place.
The shower, which my wife organized, was a lot of fun. It was a "haunted" shower (Halloween themed) and of course, regan and I were the only costumed guests. Oh well.
But it was lost of fun- no one went for the "bobbing for Baby Heads" game unfortunately, but "pin the Banadanna on the Hoover" was a hit.
Hoover is the nickname for Henry, Erin's man, and he is NEVER seen without a bandanna on his head, hence the joke. We pasted his face on a drawing of a baby and cut out little bandannas for people to try and pin the picture while blindfolded. Fun!!
And while is awful, it's even worse when it has been cooked, frozen, and thawed, and THEN used. Uck. The punch sucked.
One of the best parts of the weekend was my excursion with Henry to Ft Pitt Park. It's on a spit of land where the Allegany and Monongahela rivers come together to form the Ohio, and there have been many forts built there over time, and eventually the city of Pittsburgh. ( named for the British prime minister William Pitt).
We took the light rail train (very cool) and had to wade through oodles of people- Pittsburgh was having it's annual St Patricks Day parade that day, and its the second largest (next to NYC) in the nation.
We saw a girl pee on the street between 2 cars.
Here's where the rivers come together.
We wandered the museum, walked the grounds, the redoubt, ramparts, etc.
Good times.
Today, I am spending the day getting prepared for my Irish music debut- I am the evening's entertainment at the Irish Rover II in laGrange, with a friend of mine who plays banjo and my sister in law who is an awesome fiddle player.
I'm a bit nervous- I have'nt played an actual "gig" in almost a decade.
But i have tested the PA, and gotten the tape deck up for recording us, and gotten all the mics and stands preset. We have benn practicing like mad for three weeks.
About all I can do at the moment. We're playing for 3-4 hours (yikes!)
They expect the place to be packed.
Wish me luck.
So all of you, have a wonderful evening, enjoy the holiday, and weekend, and i hope to have more tomorrow.
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Hope you do great tonight!
Good luck and happy st. patricks day!