Our only goal for Saturday was to get out of the house. Rick was wanting to leave early, but I stalled around and did pretty much nothing so that we ended up with a late start (after 12 sometime). We didn’t exactly have a plan. We just knew we were headed towards Pittsburgh with one destination being Mineo’s pizza (BEST pizza in Town!). I have been all happy with my latest purse (pictures coming one of these days), but an offhand comment from someone made me think maybe I should look for something else (they asked if it was luggage or my purse – hahaha…bitch). I suggested we do the thrift store thing while we were out (thinking that maybe thrift stores closer to the city would have nicer items). I had a list of names and addresses of a few in my purse (shut-up) so we tried a couple places out. The first one was in Swissvale and I found absolutely nothing. They have an a little designer section, but there was nothing that interested me. They also had a woman that invaded my personal space while I was looking at belts and another woman across the rack that was in desperate need of an inhaler (people, mouth breathing is so unseemly) so we pretty much fled the scene.
We got in the wrong lane and ended driving up to Mount Washington. Mount Washington overlooks the city of Pittsburgh and it’s fabulous…if you’re not afraid of heights.
An older photo of Lars (I miss the knucklehead), Rick and another German dude (I can’t remember his name) standing on the platform that overlooks the city. You will never see a picture of me standing on that ledge (I didn’t take this one either). I don’t go near that look-out platform because, “OH.HELL.NO!”
I snapped a picture from underneath the platform yesterday and was appalled by what I thought were cracks in the cement. Turns out that it was just tree branches. Hee!
I also caught this building. I have no idea what it is, but part of me is secretly wishing that it is someone’s house because that would be fabulous. I need a life.
We found the other thrift store and I was kinda put off by the sales staff of all people. They were loud and trashy (as am I, but they were not loud and trashy in the good way). I found a couple of tops and a black velvet pair of Dansko clogs in my size. I only bought the tops because seriously, I didn’t need the clogs and I’m trying to be good about buying crap. And also, where the hell would I wear black velvet Dansko clogs?
I was starving and since we were on the south side we decided to try Fat Head’s Saloon. We had been talking about eating there forever, but never managed to get there. Today was going to be the day! Except not, because apparently there was some kind of Leprechaun lap there. It basically boiled down to a shit-ton of drunk people hitting all the bars in the south side. After realizing it was going to be an hour wait for a seat and my low tolerance for people in general, we bolted and headed over to Mineo’s (our original plan). And I realized that I am much too old to tolerate young men spitting on sidewalks. That shit is gross and rude.
After dinner we went up to Little’s and I scored a pair of shiny red shoes (currently on sale online for $83) for the low, low price of $29. I was looking for Doc Martens. Don’t ask. I can tell you that Avalon’s in Squirrel Hill had THREE pair of brand-new looking Doc Martens – all of which did not fit and I was sad. Hence, the purchase of the red shoes. Which made me happy and I will not think of the fact that Rick found a pair of brand new Doc Martens for $40. Bastard!
We spent the rest of the evening dwaddling around at The Waterworks Mall where I saw the manager throw out two young women with their toddlers because they were attempting to shoplift (the women, not the toddlers). I am not a big fan of public displays so you can imagine how uncomfortable I was when the one young woman decided to mouth about how she has $1,000 on her credit card (hee!) and then declared she was getting her lawyer involved. The F word was flying too. “Hello, white trash, you don’t have a lawyer. VERY FEW people really have a lawyer on retainer so just shut the fuck up already!” The women left before the police came.
Sunday was spent just lazing around. Rick did the Sam’s Club run for me and I had 20 whole minutes to myself before my mother and Trey came back from their little mini shopping trip. It was a beautiful 20 minutes that I wasted by going on Facebook and announcing that I was totally alone in the house and how happy I was.
My life sucks sometimes.
I ended up doing laundry and organizing my closet. I put away the Super winter clothes, left out the “it might snow” clothes, and started going through my spring/summer clothing. I’m pretty much stuck in a weird situation with clothing. I dress for the weather and it’s starting to become a problem at my office. This year the heat was jacked up and I found that my dressing for the weather was resulting in my sweating. I Hate to sweat. Seriously. Anybody with light, linus-type (tm Shelleyness) hair will never be happy when they sweat. And I automatically feel dirty if I feel any type of wetness in my body. Thank Christ, I don’t sweat heavily as some people do. But still. Yeah, I’m particular. Blech.
I’m outta here.
