Let’s check… Afghanistan? Still a mess but they’re still
working on getting the sane folks out. Both parties still blaming each other. California?
Burning. Temperatures? Roasting. Hurricanes? Blowing about all over the
Atlantic and Caribbean. So basically, not much is new to talk about. So I’m
going to do something I haven’t done in ages and write about the mini-vacation
Sweetpea and I just had.
It wasn’t anything big, just a long weekend in my
hometown of Pittsburgh, attending a family reunion.
We used to have them every year, like clockwork. But they
kind of died out and we hadn’t had one since the early 2000s. Some of my cousin’s
weddings acted as de facto reunions but were much dressier. So we put this one
in the books late last year when it looked like we’d be done with the ‘Rona by
late summer of this year. (Oh well…)
The reunion was on Saturday. We decided to drive out to
The Burgh on Thursday, because Sweetpea had an old family friend, a priest, who
lives there, so we wanted to have dinner with him while we were in town. Then
Friday, we’d head to wherever my parents were staying, after coming up from
Florida.
So yes, there were plans… which fell apart almost
immediately.
Two weeks ago, we heard from my parents that they didn’t
feel safe traveling out of Florida, due to the COVID running wild on the panhandle.
(Thanks, Desantis.) As much as they wanted to be there with everyone, they were
out.
Sweetpea had texted her friend months ago, letting him
know we were coming out. He said he’d plan something fun. But when she texted
him last week, he never responded. After days of non-response, she started to
worry, so she finally just called his cell.
That’s when she found out he died in early July, out
visiting California. (No, he didn’t answer, his cousin’s sister had the phone
and was answering any calls that came in, from those like us who hadn’t heard
the news. He’d had a massive heart attack.
Well, that was a kick in the teeth. It’s one thing for
plans to go wrong, but THAT wrong? We were sad, but we dealt with it. What else
can you do? But it left us hanging out
there with nowhere to go on Thursday night. (I hate when someone’s tragic
demise inconveniences me.)
I suppose we could have canceled a night of our stay, but
I wanted to push on. I didn’t want to deal with the hotel, which I got on Thank
You Points, and we already had the dog-sitting lined up and my time off work
was arranged. I figured we’d find something
to do with our Thursday night and Friday day.
Now let me explain how McDonald's was responsible for our
getting stuck in city traffic.
Anytime I have to go somewhere, I love to start the trip
with some road muffin. And by that, I mean Egg McMuffin. So after packing, I
had a couple things to do: gas up, get my road muffins and stop by a liquor
store. Neither place is far from the house so after getting gas, I headed to
Micky Dee’s. Rolled into the drive-thru about 10:30, only to be told that they
weren’t serving breakfast. Shit. I thought they made a big bold move, some time ago,
to make breakfast available all day. I guess they folded up that operation
quietly. If I’d have known, I’d have left earlier. So while I pondered my next
move, I headed for the liquor store. Then vodka in hand, I decided to hit Burger
King, which was between there and home. I ordered my usual double whopper via
their app, including my specifications. (No ketchup, mayo, or onions.)
Once home, upon digging into my Not Egg McMuffins, the
first thing I noticed was an onion. Then upon further inspection, I saw it wasn’t
even a double Whopper, it was just a single, with none of my modifications.
Now, I was pissed and angrily commenced to pulling out
the onions and wiping the mayo and ketchup off the rest of the stuff, grumbling
all the while. Naturally, I had to check the app receipt to make sure I put in
my order correctly, and I did. There was a feedback button as well, so I got to
express my vast displeasure at having to deal with skeevy ketchup and mayo
first thing in the morning. (OK, maybe, like, fifth thing in the morning.)
Anyway, as I was sitting in traffic just outside and then
amidst the city of Pittsburgh, I realized that if I’d been able to pick up my
McDonald's when I wanted, it would have saved me at least half an hour, which
would have made for much less city traffic. It’s all McDonalds’ fault.
We got to our hotel, a Doubletree, and checked in. As we
entered our room, we noticed it was marked as a handicap-access room. No big
deal, right?
Wrong. Sure there was lots of room to maneuver, but that
room was created by removing the furniture! All we had was the bed and a desk
chair. It was weird.
There’s plenty of room for a couch and chair,
like we saw in the online pics.
We considered changing rooms, but ultimately figured, we
weren’t going to be “entertaining” in there, it really wasn’t a big deal. Just
weird. It’s like we could have had a dance party in there.
Another weird thing. It took me at least five minutes to
figure out what the hell this thing was:
It looked like a tripod that placekickers use to hold a
football upright so they can practice kicks without bugging someone to hold for
them, but it was plugged in. I thought it might have been a telescope, but
there were no lenses. Eventually, I found a button on the side of it, and lo
and behold, it was a desk lamp. Weirdest desk lamp I’d ever seen. Live and
learn…
For our Thursday night activities, I got in contact with
my cousin, to see if they minded if we came to hang out for a while. That
turned into dinner, and by dinner, I mean a feast.
That’s how it is with my family. Anytime family visits, they bring out enough food to feed the Roman Army.
We had manicotti, meatballs, roast pork, salad… the works.
And as an added bonus, we got to hang out with the friendliest
golden retriever ever. (OK, that’s pretty redundant. I don’t think there IS
such a thing as a mean golden.) But come on, look at this smile!
This big boy would sit there and let you stroke and pet
him until your arm fell off. Just a big love sponge, with the fullest, softest,
most luxurious coat. (I'm so glad our lab doesn't read this blog. He would but he thinks the affairs of humans are beneath him.)
Friday, we decided to poke around my dad’s hometown, a
tiny old river town just west of Pittsburgh. It’s basically cut into a
mountain. I swear these are some of the steepest roads anyplace not named San
Francisco.
We were too full for breakfast so we ended up finding a
nice little place for a light lunch. After that, we discovered this town had
more antique stores per square block than any place I’ve ever seen. I suppose
that stands to reason. Like I said, it’s a very OLD town. I’m sure there have
been lots of estate sales, featuring LOTS of ancient stuff.
This was a fountain outside our hotel. Seems to
be an homage to “compensating,” I think.
After our walkabout, we went back to the room, cleaned
up, and headed for my Aunt and Uncle’s house, for feast #2. It was kind of like
the “Pre-Reunion.” Lots of cousins and their families showed up. Dinner
featured massive fish sandwiches, as provided by a local restaurant that is
known for them. And of course, there was also baked lasagna, sauce and
meatballs, veggie plate, pizzelles and biscotti, and other goodies.
By the time we got to the reunion the next day, I’m
surprised we could eat another bite. But we managed. We had no choice. Our "reunion" is really just an interactive tribute to comfort food.
The reunion was at a local
park, where we had a pavilion reserved. We lucked into a beautiful day and we
had a great turnout. As someone who’s always lived far from where my family
was, it was great to see everyone and catch up. It’s funny seeing some of the
cousins I remember as little kids at prior reunions, now chasing after their
own kids.
I’m sure I look far different to them as well. When the
reunions started up, I was a teenager and the oldest of the cousins. My brother
and I were always picked first when choosing sides for softball or volleyball.
This year, I had to sit out the softball game because I knew I’d end up hurting
something.
I’ve had rotator cuff tears in both shoulders over the
last ten years, both of which have been fixed up with physical therapy. If I
played ball, one of two things would happen: either I’d baby it to the point of
not being able to throw a ball 20 feet and wound my pride, or I’d get caught up
in the moment and let it fly like I used to, and re-tear a ligament. Who knows
what I’d tear if I tried to swing a bat?
As they say, Father Time is undefeated.
The reunion rolled on all day and finally broke up around
7:00, after which we reassembled to my Aunt’s house to watch the Steelers
pre-season game and have a few more drinks. I’m used to watching my team on my
own, with Sweetpea sitting over there in her Ravens gear. It was a nice change
to watch the game with my brother and cousins.
We had one more piece of business to attend to on Sunday
morning, before leaving town. We had to stop by a local store to pick up
Pittsburgh’s famous Isaly’s Chipped Ham and Mancini’s fresh-baked Italian
bread. We got the ham easily enough but when we got to the bread aisle, the
bread we wanted was conspicuously missing, with several empty shelves as
evidence. I didn’t know if they didn’t get deliveries on Sunday, or if it just
hadn’t got there yet. But we couldn’t just wait around, so I went to the
checkout with just the ham. Then suddenly, Sweetpea got my attention and
pointed toward the bread guy wheeling in the bread cart. Not a moment too soon.
We took a loaf right off the top and were good to go.
But best of all: before we left I finally found what I’d
been looking for.
Road Muffin!
The drive home was easy enough, with much less traffic
than when we came out. I unpacked quickly and then took a nice 2-hour nap. I
was beat. (Plus I hadn’t slept well the night before. Forgot to bring my CBD, I
guess.)
Dinner was a no-brainer. Ham and cheese sandwiches on
fresh Italian bread. Life is good.
Thanks for playing along this week. Next week, it should
be back to the usual hot topics and debunkery.