*blue balls not included.
(forever?) Huh. I don’t think so.
No, not FOREVER, silly — to visit. Which still sounds weird, all things considered. I wonder if they’ve rented our old apartment. *thought process montage*
/scene.
Our October trip meshes well with Cleveland Beer Week (oh, the irony!)… or at least it’s uber-fantastic and drunken closing event, BREWzilla. And many thanks to Cleveland Foodie, I’ve won myself a pair of Brewer’s Circle tickets! I did say last year how sweet it is that this event/week falls around AB’s birthday, right?
INSTANT BIRTHDAY IDEA.
Actually, I said a lot about Cleveland Beer Week last year (psst, because it’s AWESOME):
Cleveland Beer Week, aka: Best Week Ever
Cleveland Beer Week, continued…
It’s my boyfriend’s birthday, and I’m going to make you all puke!
On the 9th day of Cleveland Beer Week, my true love gave to meeeeee (ahem, Christmas Ale)
Drunk: a few more days of Cleveland Beer Week.
We participated in some sort of tasting, paired dinner or cheese and beer party every day. I kind of wish I could be there all week again.
In any event, my buddy BJ at Three Beers Deep is giving away a pair of tickets to BREWzilla! Check out his blog and leave a comment — and hey, it’s only a couple hours away from Pittsburgh. Perhaps a few of you ‘Burghers would be interested in making the trip because you love, love, love your craft beer (but please, take advantage of the Crowne Plaza hotel discount and stick around for a night).
And then pray to beef and liver giblets that his friend’s dog chooses your can… er, name.
I get a lot of spam on this blog. While Akismet sends most of those canned responses to the spam filter, it also sends ACTUAL, REAL comments there, so I have to approve, spam or delete everything in both folders (the plug-in, it only assumes so well). It’s so time consuming, but hilarious reading fun at times. While, I’m used to the typical porn/medication/celebrity sort of spamminess, recently I started receiving compliments from my spammer friends. I was even tempted to approve a few, if not for the duplication of shit I know I would receive:
This post is so amazing, I almost spontaneously conceived a child just from reading it. Just incredible.
That would be from a funeral home. For serious!
I love the blog. Great post. It is very true, people must learn how to learn before they can learn. lol i know it sounds funny but its very true. . .
This gets a capitalized WHAT THE FRICK?! From the movie cast of Showgirls, nonetheless. Heh.
But now the shit’s getting dirty. I’m getting spam comments that are ripping on me, my blog and my writing:
Uhh are you making this up? This post is some f-ed up sh*t kid. Ive met braindead chimpanzees who were smarter than you.
Nowhere within your rambling, incoherent post was there any sign of intelligence. I provide you with no points and might God have mercy in your soul.
*blink*
*blink*
Well then… Internet Spammer: 1 – Mel: 0
Have any spam to share with the rest of the class?
People pray to many things: Weather Gods, Ideological Gods, Porcelain Gods, Peter/Paul/Mary, Murgatroyd. Oh, that’s Heavens. Is that exclamation the same as praying?
In any event, prayer has been around as long as sex — I mean, who ELSE are you going to scream to? Elvis? The guys from Sha na na? Which is why Religion Is Like A Penis.
{h/t my own SISTER and from FFFFOUND!}
I think waking up in the middle of the night, pushing myself out of bed while pulling my shoulder out of its socket made my current roller derby decision for me. My shoulder is officially effed up (or “edged” as my WordPress app wants me to auto-correct).
Moving on…
This city loves its Friday Happy Hour as much as its fireworks. And you won’t hear me complain (unless it comes to any discussion of my shoulder).
Sharp Edge, being so incredibly close to the apartment, is where HH happens in all its uber-drunken convenience. I made a new (old) friend — someone previously introduced to me by AB in Cleveland, who has been living here in Pittsburgh for about six months. It’s good to be friends with someone new sometimes, as you can explore things together with fresh eyes.
Like the Gallery Crawl, for instance. From what I understand, every three-four months (on the first Friday), the various galleries on Penn and Liberty avenues welcome the evening crowd with special exhibits, meet-and-greets with artists and similar “artsy” events. All of this, in coordination with the Festival of Lights. Thankfully, I reside far enough away from the waterfall and its chirping birds.
Building Bliss.
I was particularly interested in seeing Eat Me! at Future Tenant, especially after word of its food-inspired fashion show for Pittsburgh Fashion Week.
Made entirely of candy.
We also checked out TXT (I’m not certain the name of the gallery, or if that it technically part of 707/709):
My Goals.
and in its neighboring gallery — an exhibit of glass (like an asshole, I didn’t get the artist’s name):
I wasn't allowed to take this picture.
Art made of food — and naked women decorated with painted apples on display — made us hungry, so we shared a six-course tapas-style dinner at Bossa Nova. Of note: the spicy tuna tartar was awesome… and definitely a SPICY dish.
After dinner, we walked the block to see more of the lighting installations (we’ll forgive — and ignore — the onslaught of religious relics on display):
My favorite projection on Penn Ave.
Festival of Lights 2010
We finished our Friday with a dance performance — and a little Atari game action — at Attack Theatre.
Did you head downtown for Festival of Lights or the gallery crawl? What was your favorite exhibit and/or projection?
I was looking for an appropriate online “place” to collaborate with someone about my Pittsburgh experiences, and I found that great relationship with ‘Burgh Living (out of Pittsburgh PodCamp, of all places). I really look forward to writing this series about being a newbie in this city, and I hope you will as well.
Check out ‘Burgh Living’s so sweet introduction to my series.
THEN, read my first impressions of the ‘Burgh.
Your comments and feedback (here and/or at ‘Burgh Living) are much appreciated.
This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
