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What is this magical land you call Pittburgh? I didn't get mugged ONCE on my way to the park!
Front row seats so close I could spit on the warning track. Which I did - Look Mom! Just like a REAL baseball player!
"Nope, no pit stains."
Nothing funny here - just ridiculously good photography skills. You still think my Chocolate is a girl's phone? Yes? Damnit.
Guy in decent clothes picks up a cardboard box, puts it over his head and lays down in the middle of a crowded parking lot. I tried to get a closeup picture but he was screaming at the top of his lungs inside the box so I kept my distance. The entire adventure made me homesick for Cleveland and excited to get back to all of my favorite homeless guys on my block.
Highlight of the Trip:
(Little kid comes up to my roommate and I who are both wearing cowboy boots (more on that in a later post))
Little Kid: Are you guys cowboys?
Roommate: We sure are.
Little Kid: You don't talk like cowboys!
Roommate: Well, Partner...
Little Kid: Don't call me partner.