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Back from Pittsburgh
Jun. 3rd, 2009 05:12 pmBack from my visit with Norcumi and Quindar, safe and sound. There was much fun, and hanging out, and video games (I kept crouching in Portal accidentally as well as hitting buttons on the other side of the controller than the one I intented to, and Little Big World scares meeee- oh, except for the bit where I stamped so many giant flowers around the room that they covered up 3/4 of the screen and much of Quindar's sock person), and Warcraft after some entertainments in getting it set up (lack of Lich King installment and mucho patches) we ran our trio of Terrokar chars up to level 24.
I had a failed attempt to go to the Carnegie Mellon natural history museum and art museum, as it turns out when I got there that they were closed on Mondays. This led to wandering over to the fountain in front of the Henry Clay Frick art building and asking inside about the fountain and then going to the free Pittsburgh library next door and looking up the artist, and then a number of other American sculptors from the 18th-20th centuries. It was like real-life wikipedia.
Norcumi and Quindar also took me out to some strange restaurants (Brazilian Churrascaria) and some not so strange but equally delicious food places (the sammiches at Jimmy John's are indeed excellent) and there was much entertainment, but no inappropriate bra removal during dinners out, which I think breaks a 3-year streak or something in my trips to Pittsburgh. Anyway.
I had no problems with the bus/train/train route back home, and I slept through pretty much all of the 7.5 hour ride back, despite the train being freezing even though I was wearing a sweatshirt.
Also, the day I left marked the start of what I have dubbed THE GREAT PEELING. My sunburn is a lot less burn-y now. Also, I pulled off one piece, intact, about haf the size of my palm.
I had a failed attempt to go to the Carnegie Mellon natural history museum and art museum, as it turns out when I got there that they were closed on Mondays. This led to wandering over to the fountain in front of the Henry Clay Frick art building and asking inside about the fountain and then going to the free Pittsburgh library next door and looking up the artist, and then a number of other American sculptors from the 18th-20th centuries. It was like real-life wikipedia.
Norcumi and Quindar also took me out to some strange restaurants (Brazilian Churrascaria) and some not so strange but equally delicious food places (the sammiches at Jimmy John's are indeed excellent) and there was much entertainment, but no inappropriate bra removal during dinners out, which I think breaks a 3-year streak or something in my trips to Pittsburgh. Anyway.
I had no problems with the bus/train/train route back home, and I slept through pretty much all of the 7.5 hour ride back, despite the train being freezing even though I was wearing a sweatshirt.
Also, the day I left marked the start of what I have dubbed THE GREAT PEELING. My sunburn is a lot less burn-y now. Also, I pulled off one piece, intact, about haf the size of my palm.
