Some new stories and pictures? Funny thing you should ask that because that's exactly what I have. James visiting, Tiff's going away party, Musik Fest, NYC and getting dressed up to go to Pittsburgh for lunch. Why don't you have a seat and perhaps get a drink because this is going to be a long one. Let's start with the ever interesting events of yesterday.
Pittsburgh.
So yesterday Marcus, Steve (Mur's dad) and I went on the 5 hour long journey to Steelers country, but not to watch a game of tossing the pigskin. Why then, you might ask? Well for that you will need some vital background information. Here's the scoop. Marcus's dad has, to my understanding, a butt load of siblings and in the past 6 months or so they have been dying off one by one. I know, very sad. Well, once again death has waved his black finger and so we end up in Pittsburgh. This time it's because Marcus's aunt has passed away..in prison. Yup, you read that right. Apparently about 25 years ago this woman killed her husband, her reasons are her own, but anyway until 3 years ago she thought she was Scott free. This of course did not hold true after the body of her husband and/or evidence against her rose its ugly head thus proving her guilt and landing her in jail. And there she staid for the past 3 years up until recently when she got sick and passed away.
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| Cabaret- The front |
Now you know what us brought us to Pittsburgh, lets not waste anymore time and get to the good part. To start the journey to the city of black and gold we woke up at 4:30 IN THE MORNING, showered, dressed and left to pick up Steve at 5:30. At 6 we hit the road to begin the less than anticipated 5 hour trip. After long last we arrived around 11 to the funeral home where there was...no one. After a quick call we found out that the memorial service was not until 2 so we mutually decided to get some lunch. Italian, always a good choice except when the noodles are over cooked and mushy. The Bruschetta was good though!! Once done Steve and Marcus decided that it would be a good idea to find out where the memorial service was before it started so we wouldn't be late. Down the street and around a couple corners and there it was? Wait a second...where are we? Is this it? We better go around back and make sure.
Please read the sign and allow me elaborate. You are not reading incorrectly. This, my friends, is a bar. Bar 'Cabaret' specifically. Yup, the memorial service is being held at a bar. But wait, it gets better.
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| Bar AND Dance Club. |
Standing behind the bar and waiting for some sort of life, anybody, to ask for information proved to be...interesting. While waiting outside we found a door that lead down to the basement where only the most questionable looking of people came out. Of course the lack of intelligent life coming out lead Steve to descend the stairs in pursuit of someone. He made it half way down before deciding that waiting at the top of the stairs with us was probably a safer idea than going down. About 15 minutes and 30 people later, out came two people that looked a little more promising than the rest. While they were locking up the door we asked about the pending memorial service. This proved to be most informative. For one thing we found out that all the people coming out of the basement of this bar were there for the AA/NA meeting that just let out. We were also informed that the aunt who's memorial service we were suppose to be attending is an ex member of this particular AA/NA group. Upon finding out that we knew this woman, and therefore deemed not threatening, we were invited to come and join this particular groups meetings anytime we were in town. But what about the memorial service? Well that's on the 20th isn't it? Today is the 13th. Oh no, we're a week early. Yup, we woke up at the crack-ass of dawn, got dressed up, drove 5 hours, and had lunch only to find out that we were a week early. After hearing this we got back into the car and started the drive home. I'll guess we'll try again next week??
Since Bobby Jo didn't come along on this little road trip I didn't have anyone to keep me company or to talk to really. I of course brought my 600 GRE vocabulary words, Zen and The Art of Motorcycle maintenance and The Black Ninja (my iPod) to keep me company but that wasn't enough. After handed a baggie of gummie bears and already armed with my phone and an IKEA magazine I was occupied for at least an hour.
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| Mur and Gummies |
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| Gummie Pyramid |
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| First they Fell in Love |
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| How Gummy babies are made |
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| Gummie babies!! |
And then I bit off their heads. Yum...I mean...aw :-(
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