Our quick trip to Pittsburgh and back was a good adventure, and for all its brevity, it also was a good romp. There’s nothing quite like having the keys to various kingdoms, and I’m ever so grateful when locals have TIME for your romping, allowing you to see the back ends of things, the behind the scenes of things, the stories underneath the things… the underpinnings. The underwear of Pittsburgh? Well… no… nothing so sordid (and I’m SURE that Pittsburgh’s underwear WOULD be sordid… stained by rust and smelly) but we did nearly get pooped on, got rained on a little, had really, really good coffee and ate tiny tomatoes fresh from the vine, right in front of the chickens who felt they should be THEIRS. We played music of mayhem and we reconnected with old friends who murmured seductive murmerings in our ears before offering strange alcoholic ectoplasms in the presence of their three-toed sloth, a piebald raven cried “I LOVE YOU” and we were warned ne’r to take selfies in front of the cursed diamonds.
Yes.
A good adventure indeed.
Below – alas, mostly a photo dump. But dumping is sometimes necessary cause we Live too much Life!
What a spectacular photo dump!! How I adore the sheer size of that room…can just imagine the acoustics licking up the instruments and voices! shivvvvver!