cucumbers and burritos
The last day or two have really sort of been a hodgepodge of emotion, I guess. Old feelings, new feelings, mostly good, mostly confusing. No, nothing you need to really know or worry about, I suppose.
Anyway, today I slept in quite a bit, getting up at like 1:30pm. Got up and stuff, and went to PNC Park, to the Pirates store, where I was shocked to find out that they simply don't make Pirates player number t-shirts anymore because apparently they just don't sell well enough to be worth it. Good thing Megan and I both have our Kendall shirts. I didn't manage to find an oldskool shirt, but I did get a t-shirt for Megan that I'm happy to keep if she doesn't like it, and a book about the Pirates history. Yay.
Hit campus after that for more Megan shopping. I ran into![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jcreed in the UC on my way to the shoppe though and he helped me pick out a hooded sweatshirt for Megan, though since he doesn't know her, it was mostly him agreeing with me when I looked at shirts and said "dang, this is ugly!" We decided to go to Squirrel Hill and get a bagel and hang out and stuff. Mmm, bagels. We hung out at Brugger's for an hour chatting, and then I had told bhudson I would come annoy him at some point, so we did that. Hung out there talking for another hour before I finally got off my phone fear and called the King-Jensen folks, only to find they were sitting down to dinner, whoops. So Jason and Benoit and I went out to the McKnight Mad Mex and met up with mj2q, where we had yummy Mad Mex food, but it was really noisy anyway. Apparently the Pete's Wicked Ale cheese is now Dos Equis Cheese, and it's a little different, but essentially still the same.
Benoit gave Jason a ride home and Mark and I came back here, where we were shortly joined bydgr and georgejas. We played a game of Deadwood, and about halfway through it Benoit came back out here too. I think I won the game, I was tied with Chris for money but I had more rank and roles or something. Arr. After that we played a couple hands of Rook, and I think Mark won that overall, and then George wanted to teach us all a game she knew called Cucumber. It was pretty damn goofy. I figured out some strategies pretty early on and I won overall... it was pretty goofy though and mostly involved screwing over the person on your left. The person on my left was Benoit, so I felt kind of bad about that.
Ah well, after that everyone went home, and Mark and I stayed up chatting a while, which is why it's like 5am now (but of course it only feels like 2am to me and everyone knows I never sleep). Tomorrow morning I have to get up and drive out to my step-grandparents' house in Beaver, and I'll probably just end up staying there all day, and over the night, and then I fly out of Pittsburgh on Friday afternoon.
I'm not really looking forward to leaving Pittsburgh. It's not that I love this city, because I've come to realize that I honestly don't. What I love about here is the presence I feel of other people and all. I love the idea that there are lots of people here who honestly want to see me and hang out and do stuff and have the time and energy for it. I do love my friends in Seattle, but many of them are tied up in their own lives and it's harder to spontaneously call people and do stuff, whereas this week I have been doing most things spontaneously and it's been pretty great. Also, I've been hugged a lot, and damn, I miss being hugged a lot. I mean, not necessarily the overly touchy-feeliness of the CS lounge or anywhere like that, I think I get freaked out by that sort of thing now, but, damn. *sigh* Maybe I am lonelier than I've been trying to convince myself I am. And why do I think I mispelled "lonelier"?
bleh.
Anyway, today I slept in quite a bit, getting up at like 1:30pm. Got up and stuff, and went to PNC Park, to the Pirates store, where I was shocked to find out that they simply don't make Pirates player number t-shirts anymore because apparently they just don't sell well enough to be worth it. Good thing Megan and I both have our Kendall shirts. I didn't manage to find an oldskool shirt, but I did get a t-shirt for Megan that I'm happy to keep if she doesn't like it, and a book about the Pirates history. Yay.
Hit campus after that for more Megan shopping. I ran into
jcreed in the UC on my way to the shoppe though and he helped me pick out a hooded sweatshirt for Megan, though since he doesn't know her, it was mostly him agreeing with me when I looked at shirts and said "dang, this is ugly!" We decided to go to Squirrel Hill and get a bagel and hang out and stuff. Mmm, bagels. We hung out at Brugger's for an hour chatting, and then I had told bhudson I would come annoy him at some point, so we did that. Hung out there talking for another hour before I finally got off my phone fear and called the King-Jensen folks, only to find they were sitting down to dinner, whoops. So Jason and Benoit and I went out to the McKnight Mad Mex and met up with mj2q, where we had yummy Mad Mex food, but it was really noisy anyway. Apparently the Pete's Wicked Ale cheese is now Dos Equis Cheese, and it's a little different, but essentially still the same.Benoit gave Jason a ride home and Mark and I came back here, where we were shortly joined by
dgr and georgejas. We played a game of Deadwood, and about halfway through it Benoit came back out here too. I think I won the game, I was tied with Chris for money but I had more rank and roles or something. Arr. After that we played a couple hands of Rook, and I think Mark won that overall, and then George wanted to teach us all a game she knew called Cucumber. It was pretty damn goofy. I figured out some strategies pretty early on and I won overall... it was pretty goofy though and mostly involved screwing over the person on your left. The person on my left was Benoit, so I felt kind of bad about that.Ah well, after that everyone went home, and Mark and I stayed up chatting a while, which is why it's like 5am now (but of course it only feels like 2am to me and everyone knows I never sleep). Tomorrow morning I have to get up and drive out to my step-grandparents' house in Beaver, and I'll probably just end up staying there all day, and over the night, and then I fly out of Pittsburgh on Friday afternoon.
I'm not really looking forward to leaving Pittsburgh. It's not that I love this city, because I've come to realize that I honestly don't. What I love about here is the presence I feel of other people and all. I love the idea that there are lots of people here who honestly want to see me and hang out and do stuff and have the time and energy for it. I do love my friends in Seattle, but many of them are tied up in their own lives and it's harder to spontaneously call people and do stuff, whereas this week I have been doing most things spontaneously and it's been pretty great. Also, I've been hugged a lot, and damn, I miss being hugged a lot. I mean, not necessarily the overly touchy-feeliness of the CS lounge or anywhere like that, I think I get freaked out by that sort of thing now, but, damn. *sigh* Maybe I am lonelier than I've been trying to convince myself I am. And why do I think I mispelled "lonelier"?
bleh.
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I"m sorry it's been a little heavier on the bitter than the sweet in terms of a trip, though. Or maybe the proportions are the other way around, until you think of leaving. Either way, I hope you feel better about going back to Seattle soon.
(Getting a hug from me might be weird for you, although I feel like offering one. I'll try to send it through Mark, which should feel a bit more natural.)