Procrastination is the enemy
Well, I said that I would get around to relating what transpired following my arrival in Pittsburgh. I shall now make good on that promise.
Carrie made arrangements to meet up with one of her best friends from Penn State, who was living outside Pittsburgh with her family. So we drove to a shopping mall in Mt. Lebanon where Carrie's friend Beth met us and took Carrie home with her. I had decided to stay with my brother Jeff, who is 21 and a senior at Pitt. After a short but harrowing drive from the 'burbs to his house in the ghetto (I was a little out of it driving through the "tubes") I arrived at a very happening keg party. Although I was disappointed at not rating a glass beer stein (plastic cup for the refugee? Whaaat?) Jeff's friends were all very welcoming and in high spirits, which was fairly contagious. Unfortuantely I did not possess the requisite energy level to fully become ensconced in the party atmosphere. However, I did drink a few Nattys and enjoyed for the first time a culinary delight locally known as a "wedgie." A wedgie is a sandwich made with tasty pizza crust folded in half; at Jeff's suggestion I ordered turkey and bacon with mayo. It was so wonderful!
The party was pretty fun; I talked a lot with this kid Matt (I think that's his name), who is into a lot of the same jamband music I like. Unlike me, he really digs Jack Johnson, so I did lose a little respect for him at that point. But we danced around to "Fluffhead" with ultimate party girl Jess, who I will always remember because she got my dad to play Ruby and calls him "Mr. Jeff's Dad." Jeff tried to get his friends to donate money to the hurricane victim but I think a lot of people there didn't realize that he was serious. Around 2:30 I finally decided it was time to go home and sleep (I'm surprised I made it that late considering the 13-hour drive!) and Jeff was nice enough to walk me back to his house. The new place is really great. I know Mom was concerned for me, but Jeff's room was immaculate and he even had clean linens and towels and stuff. And thank god, the bathroom was clean too! (Very nice since I wasn't quite up for showering at Martin's. No offense.) I had a restful night and woke up early the next morning to meet Carrie and continue the last leg of our journey together.
Not surprisingly, I slept for most of the drive from Pittsburgh to Lancaster. Thanks Carrie. The trip takes about four hours and is fairly boring. We got gas on the Turnpike near Pittsburgh for $3.29, and thank goodness we did because by the time we got to Harrisburg it was nearer four dollars! Damn! The prices did go down a lot once we were back in Amish Country, though. We first stopped at Carrie's mom's house off New Holland Pike, dropping her and her stuff off. A few minutes later I was finally home! Houston to Lancaster baby! My poor car was pretty beat, but I felt GREAT. I couldn't beleive I was finally home with my parents and brothers. It was a beautiful, perfect day...sunny, not humid at all, about 75 degrees with the windows open and the pool looking gorgeous. I caught myself up with local news, reading the Lititz Record Express and the Intelligencer Journal. Then Mom invited me to check out her closet to see if I could use anything. She pulled out this amazing black chiffon party dress from the '50s and told me, "I bought this for you years ago but forgot to give it to you. Would you like it?" I fell in love with it instantly and immediately changed into it.
So I was really decked out, heels and all, when the guests began to arrive. Per my request, my parents had invited lots of family members to come over for the evening and hang out with me. There was nothing else in the world I wanted at that time than to see my beloved family and friends! It really meant a lot to me that all these people drove out to see me. Grandpa and Ann, Grams and Pop Pop, Patty John and Brian, Aunt Debi, and Uncle Kurt all came out. And they all brought me stuff too! I really am one lucky girl.
The food, people, weather were all awesome. Uncle Kurt played some songs on his guitar and sang for us. The kids got into the pool but I was too busy chatting. We drank champagne and it was wonderful!
But all good things must come to an end, and that night was essentially the last chance I had to really relax without concern for schoolwork. Because the next morning my Mom, Dad and I drove to Richmond, and that is where this blog began.
Carrie made arrangements to meet up with one of her best friends from Penn State, who was living outside Pittsburgh with her family. So we drove to a shopping mall in Mt. Lebanon where Carrie's friend Beth met us and took Carrie home with her. I had decided to stay with my brother Jeff, who is 21 and a senior at Pitt. After a short but harrowing drive from the 'burbs to his house in the ghetto (I was a little out of it driving through the "tubes") I arrived at a very happening keg party. Although I was disappointed at not rating a glass beer stein (plastic cup for the refugee? Whaaat?) Jeff's friends were all very welcoming and in high spirits, which was fairly contagious. Unfortuantely I did not possess the requisite energy level to fully become ensconced in the party atmosphere. However, I did drink a few Nattys and enjoyed for the first time a culinary delight locally known as a "wedgie." A wedgie is a sandwich made with tasty pizza crust folded in half; at Jeff's suggestion I ordered turkey and bacon with mayo. It was so wonderful!
The party was pretty fun; I talked a lot with this kid Matt (I think that's his name), who is into a lot of the same jamband music I like. Unlike me, he really digs Jack Johnson, so I did lose a little respect for him at that point. But we danced around to "Fluffhead" with ultimate party girl Jess, who I will always remember because she got my dad to play Ruby and calls him "Mr. Jeff's Dad." Jeff tried to get his friends to donate money to the hurricane victim but I think a lot of people there didn't realize that he was serious. Around 2:30 I finally decided it was time to go home and sleep (I'm surprised I made it that late considering the 13-hour drive!) and Jeff was nice enough to walk me back to his house. The new place is really great. I know Mom was concerned for me, but Jeff's room was immaculate and he even had clean linens and towels and stuff. And thank god, the bathroom was clean too! (Very nice since I wasn't quite up for showering at Martin's. No offense.) I had a restful night and woke up early the next morning to meet Carrie and continue the last leg of our journey together.
Not surprisingly, I slept for most of the drive from Pittsburgh to Lancaster. Thanks Carrie. The trip takes about four hours and is fairly boring. We got gas on the Turnpike near Pittsburgh for $3.29, and thank goodness we did because by the time we got to Harrisburg it was nearer four dollars! Damn! The prices did go down a lot once we were back in Amish Country, though. We first stopped at Carrie's mom's house off New Holland Pike, dropping her and her stuff off. A few minutes later I was finally home! Houston to Lancaster baby! My poor car was pretty beat, but I felt GREAT. I couldn't beleive I was finally home with my parents and brothers. It was a beautiful, perfect day...sunny, not humid at all, about 75 degrees with the windows open and the pool looking gorgeous. I caught myself up with local news, reading the Lititz Record Express and the Intelligencer Journal. Then Mom invited me to check out her closet to see if I could use anything. She pulled out this amazing black chiffon party dress from the '50s and told me, "I bought this for you years ago but forgot to give it to you. Would you like it?" I fell in love with it instantly and immediately changed into it.
So I was really decked out, heels and all, when the guests began to arrive. Per my request, my parents had invited lots of family members to come over for the evening and hang out with me. There was nothing else in the world I wanted at that time than to see my beloved family and friends! It really meant a lot to me that all these people drove out to see me. Grandpa and Ann, Grams and Pop Pop, Patty John and Brian, Aunt Debi, and Uncle Kurt all came out. And they all brought me stuff too! I really am one lucky girl.
The food, people, weather were all awesome. Uncle Kurt played some songs on his guitar and sang for us. The kids got into the pool but I was too busy chatting. We drank champagne and it was wonderful!
But all good things must come to an end, and that night was essentially the last chance I had to really relax without concern for schoolwork. Because the next morning my Mom, Dad and I drove to Richmond, and that is where this blog began.
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