This weekend, my boyfriend and I visited my best friend from home and her boyfriend. After traveling almost 5 hours Friday, dealing with the most horrible traffic, getting a little irritated with my boyfriend who was the navigator (I was a little grumpy and hungry, okay- a little road rage came out, also), we made it to the beautiful city of Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh isn’t as bad as most cities, but is still very city-like. Not something I am used to but I would like to experience it more.
My friend’s apartment complex is gorgeous, with free parking and a community pool. Their apartment itself is small but perfectly compatible for two people and cutely decorated. They have a small porch that overlooks the river. Amazing. They also had a grill which they used to make us some delicious venison steaks along with some glasses of wine. It was the perfect, relaxing evening after our long exhaustive trip there. We all engaged in reminiscence of funny memories and caught up on each other’s lives. Matt and Keith got along great.
Later that evening, we all got around and went to my friend’s friends’ house. There, we got to see the most awesome and modern apartment I have ever seen. In real life, up close, anyway. She must pay a ton of dough for that very chic place. Kudos to her. She’s got a good job, I heard. Anyway, my other good friend Alyssa (on the left) showed up and I was happy I got to see her. She met my boyfriend, Matt, finally and told me later how hot he is. (Back off, Alyssa… he’s mine :p) Just teasing; I agreed with her. The blonde in the middle is Chelsea, the one I came to visit; she is my very best friend. We drank some and chatted some. Took some pics. All was well.
Me and my man 🙂 I can’t get enough. How did I get so lucky?
After that, we took an Uber through the city to an Irish pub. I love Irish pubs; I feel so happy and just wanna dance and drink Guiness or Jameson. I didn’t this night but should have dammit. I feel like I let down my Irish ancestors. They were probably stripping me of my Irish heritage, glaring down at me, as I sipped on a Miller light. Disgraceful. The band was pretty loud so we moved our party outside. I was a little bummed because I wanted to hear the band more and dance some. Go a little crazy. But, I guess no one wanted to be deaf so I kept quiet and followed the gang. Outside was nice, though and relaxing. My boyfriend got a little drunk. I felt like I drank enough to get a buzz on, at least, but I felt completely sober. I chatted with my friends and Matt chatted with Keith. It was a chill night. He got me another beer, I should have taken a shot of Jameson. I drank a couple sips and gave up. All it was doing was making me full. It’s because I’m so used to stronger beer or whiskey that light beer just doesn’t cut it. I don’t know why I didn’t allow myself to get a little drunk… I was safe, with people who loved me. I guess I just didn’t want to get embarrassing.
My Irish ancestors would say, “An Irishman is never drunk as long as
He can hold onto one blade of grass and not
Fall off the face of the earth!”
The night ended early and I was happy about it. I was exhausted and trying to still be fun. I couldn’t help it. I got a little grumpy. My friend noticed and said we should go home. Relief flooded me. I can’t stay out late anymore. I’m 22 going on 50, okay. We got back and I had pizza on my mind. I was salivating just thinking about it. The boys ordered it and they said 40 mins. 40 mins !! OK Kam, calm down. You can nap until then, relax, stay calm. I was laying down and Matt made it his mission to be annoying and mess with me as I was trying to sleep. I wish I just laughed a little. Why was I being so bitchy? I think I was just too sober and they were drunk. I wanted to be on their level but I was the old grumpy grandma instead. “Now, you kids, go to bed!” (In an old lady voice). Seriously though. I was the annoying one. Ugh. Another irritation was the fact that I was in a heavy sleep probably REM cycle when the pizza finally came. It took over an hour. I didn’t even get up for a slice, I was soooo tired.
The next day, we were poolside all day at Chelsea’s friend’s house. We brought beer and some pineapple mango peach white sangria. So yummy. It was a nice relaxing day and MUCH needed. I didn’t have much pool time this summer and I finally got some color. No longer translucent, woo!
I really really really wanted to go to a Pirates baseball game but it wasn’t meant to be. It apparently was a huuuge game that everyone and their mothers and fathers and mothers and fathers and kids and grandkids and etc decided to go to. Tickets were sold out everywhere and that never happens. I am not a big sports fan and my boyfriend isn’t either but it would be exciting to see a game in real life. There will be a next time, though, no big deal. I probably would’ve wanted to leave before it ended and it went on super late. We ended up watching the game later that night and I couldn’t stay up past 12…my little eyelids were so heavy and my body was like Jell-O. It probably ended at 2am, if not later, no lie.
Instead of going to the Pirates game, we went to a really fancy dinner that was on a little island outside overlooking the river. So lovely and the food was great. I got Fish ‘n Chips and Matt got Fish tacos. Both were delicious but I liked mine better. Can’t go wrong with fried fish and tartar sauce. It was a good way to end our last night in Pittsburgh, as we all passed out in the living room watching the game we didn’t get to see in person but still enjoyed just the same, in each other’s company.
The drive on the way home wasn’t too bad. We stopped at Clem’s Wood-Fired BBQ where I had the best ribs (next to my Mum’s, of course) I ever tasted. Matt got a pulled pork sandwich that was out of this world. It was a good way to end our adventure.
It was a great weekend with my boyfriend and good friends in the city of Pittsburgh. I will definitely be back to visit but for now, I am going to enjoy the beautiful mountains and green scenery around me, as I am a true country gal.
And I will end with an Irish toast to all you wonderful people:
Here’s to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer and another one!