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22. meat.

Last Wednesday, we headed over to Scarehouse for the second-annual Crazy Scary VIP night, otherwise known as our best chance to hassle Michelle and Ginny on the one night a year when they can’t do anything about it.

Crazy Scary treated me very well last year — and it would do so again in 2011. But we’ll get to that in a minute.

We got to go through the haunt again, and it was even better than last year. The post-apocalyptic final section — definitely the creepiest for me a year ago — was replaced, but with something that was even better: A zombie-overrun Pittsburgh, with all kinds of local touches, like a Primanti’s-esque diner and one of the t-shirt stands on Penn in the Strip. I missed one crucial detail: Dudders, also known as the tallest zombie in Pittsburgh, who did her best to scare us towards the end of the haunt.

We didn’t have the same chance to torture Michelle and Ginny as we did last year, but they both got up close and personal with one of the Scarehouse’s zombies; that was scarier for Ginny than it was for Michelle — at least until the zombie hugged our favorite non-hugger.

Other good stuff:

  • We went through the haunt with Gina and Andy (hint: foreshadowing). If you want to laugh as much as you scream while you go through a haunted house, you’ll go through with Gina.
  • We had great food from Las Velas, but the baking orgy conducted by Mindy in advance of Crazy Scary was truly outstanding. Say it with me: Ancho-chili chocolate cupcakes.
  • Watching Scott Harbaugh eat squid chips was pretty funny.
  • We were part of an effort that raised $6,000 for Make Room for Kids and Christmas Crazy. Six. Thousand. Dollars.

And yes, there were prizes again this year. We bought raffle tickets, picked out a bunch of stuff we thought would be cool and went to town with our tickets.

And to our surprise, we did well. We won Andy’s Big Box of Meat for the second year in a row, and we also made off with Gina’s Pittsburgh basket, filled with stuff that will mostly end up on Mrs. Crappy’s desk. We were thrilled with both.

And there was one truly scary thing about this year’s Crazy Scary night. As we said goodnight to everyone we stopped to talk to Michelle.

Who was drunk or something.

Because she hugged me.

Parallel universe! Entered the Matrix! WHAT HAPPENED? AAAAHHHHHH!

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11. happy…

I had the pleasure of spending Birthday Eve at Bocktown Monaca with Chris and John. We hadn’t really set out to do a birthday kind of anything; rather, we had tried to find an occasion to open this:

That’s a 2009 Dark Lord from Three Floyds. Chris mentioned offhand a while back that she had a b0ttle and said she’d be happy to share it with me when the time was right. There have been a couple chance when we could have cracked it, but in the end, we came up with this — at some point after the B2 hoopla had calmed a bit, it would be a nice way to mark the occasion. The fact that that moment came the night before my birthday was a nice bonus.

Chris bought dinner. The appetizers — mussels with andouille on one hand, grilled scallops with a kiwi salsa on the other — were delicious. The Bocktown burger was sloppy and spectacular — just as I like it.

But the beer — and the fact that we shared not only the Dark Lord but also a bottle of Three Floyds’ Arctic Panzer Wolf and a beautiful home-brewed saison — made the night. I am so grateful to have friends who would not just think of me when they come across a special bottle but also wait nearly two full years to open it up.

I say this a lot: I have the best friends anyone could have. I can’t imagine what my life would be without them.

Or without you.

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7. two things to do.

If I could bother you for just a moment, I have a couple favors to ask:

1) Go vote for Draft Day Suit in Shape magazine’s Best Sports Blogs contest. Yes, I write for DDS occasionally, but not nearly enough to take any credit for this nomination. Sarah and Laurie and all the other talented folks who contribute — including our own Clumberkim — put in a ton of work to make DDS a great site, and they deserve your votes. It takes just a quick visit to the contest site, and there’s no registration required.

2) Get yourself a ticket to this year’s Crazy Scary event at Scarehouse. This is the fundraiser started last year by my friends Michelle and Ginny, the one where Ginny had to go through sprint through Scarehouse by herself and where Michelle had to dress up like a Disney princess. I don’t know a thing about what fun might ensue at this year’s event, which will be held on Oct. 19; but I know last year those two raised $3,000 for Make Room For Kids and for a Christmas toy drive at the Alle-Kiski Area HOPE Center.

And if that’s not enough for you, I understand there will be shenanigans. You can get your VIP tickets — which get you access to the party, food, a cocktail and a no-line pass to the haunts — here. Do it quick, though — there are only 75 tix available.

See? That wasn’t so hard…

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crappy pineappy.

There were like three people taking my picture all at once and I wasn't sure which way to look. Which is how I ended up with the odd expression on my face.

I don’t think I could have come up with a dumber name for my entry at last weekend’s Sangria Fest in North Park. Fortunately, I also don’t think I could have come up with a better white sangria for the party — and I’m especially fortunate that the judges thought it was pretty good too.

Click on this pic of the lovely Mrs. Crappy trying to get every last bit of a sangria jello shot, and you'll be magically transported to the Flickr set of my Sangria Fest photos.

It was good enough to net me a plastic trophy; more importantly, it was good enough that a bunch of you asked me how I made it. Here you go:

The hard part.

This was the inspiration for my sangria, and while it’s not actually all that hard, it does take a little time.

Many years ago, a friend of mine in Columbus turned me on to a great summertime tradition — filling a jug with vodka and pineapple chunks, letting it stew in the fridge for a while and occasionally pouring some over ice to help with summertime relaxation efforts.

I’ve done it a few times, and I’ve found that I like rum in place of the vodka even better. And when we heard about Sangria Fest, I knew this would be the key to whatever it was I was going to make.

Again — a difficulty factor of about 2:  Core and cut up a pineapple, dump the chunks in a good-sized jug or a jar and pour on the rum — I used Bacardi white — until the pineapple is covered. Don’t touch it for a couple days; after that, if you take a sample or two, be sure to add just enough additional rum to make sure the pineapple stays covered.

I think this is important: the rum I used for the sangria soaked with the pineapple for about a month. You could use pineapple-flavored rum, but you’re going to miss the sweet that you get with the little pieces of pineapple floating in the home-infused stuff.

The rest.

The basic proportions for my recipe came from here, but there’s a bunch of stuff I tweaked. Here’s how it went:

  • I used a bottle of Barefoot Pinot Grigio (cheap but flavorful).
  • I used the juice of two oranges (Valencias, specifically) and two lemons, instead of the singles called for in the recipe. Also, I used the juice only — the rinds never made it into the pitcher.
  • I cored and chopped another fresh pineapple and put all the chunks in the pitcher. I could have used the pineapple from the rum, but after a month, they were really boozy, and that would have taken away from the flavor I was looking for.
  • I made my test batch without the coconut rum, and it wasn’t as good; I think you really need that extra flavor in the background. Probably important: I used low-test (20 proof) coconut rum; I wanted flavor, not alcohol heat.
  • I used way more booze that the recipe calls for. The nice folks at about.com seem to think three shots of coconut rum is enough; I went with a little more than a cup of coconut rum and a little more than a cup of the pineapple infused rum.
  • I used absolutely no sugar. The pineapple rum and the orange juice is sweet enough. If you let the citrus rinds soak in the sangria, a little extra sweetener might be necessary, though.
  • To be honest, I’m not sure how much ginger ale I added. Pour until you can barely taste it.
  • Stir it up and keep it cold. I liked it served over ice and if I had remembered to bring some fresh mint, I think that would have been a tasty garnish.

There you go. If you told me you liked it — and I really appreciate everyone who said so — you have plenty of time to give it a try for yourself this summer.

And if you come up with a better name, go for it. Please.

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and sometimes it rains.

And that’s why my softball league is better than yours.

Thanks, Jeremy.

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surprise.

You may have already seen this picture on the Internet, but you haven’t heard the story behind it. Because I apparently wrote about it only on Plurk years ago.

This has to do with the startling notion that people you’ve never met might recognize you because they read your blog or follow each other on Twitter or Facebook. When it happens, it’s funny — and a little startling.

It’s happened to me maybe a half-dozen times in the last five years, but the first time was the best. I was sitting in front of a computer at the Carnegie Library in Oakland, trying to figure out if a CD I was looking for was out on loan. I was sort of in my own world, so I almost didn’t look up when a woman with an armload of books quietly walked up and asked:

“Excuse me — are you Uncle Crappy?”

The woman was Gina, and while I would have met her at some point, I was awfully happy she introduced herself that day. But when it happened, I was completely stunned that someone would have A) recognized me and B) had the guts to stroll up and say hi (although I know now that Gina pretty much has no fear about that kind of thing).

I’ve often wondered what my face looked like when Gina approached me in the library. I even mentioned that Friday night in the midst of a Twitter conversation that started with Michelle mentioning that she had accidentally worn her YinzTeam softball jersey — complete with her online name Burghbaby on the back — to a neighborhood block party. Michelle likes to keep her online stuff separate from her personal life, so, yeah, oops.

When I said I wish I could have seen my reaction to Gina, she disappeared from Twitter for a couple minutes — and returned with a version of the above drawing, an artist’s rendering of my face at that moment (actually, this version was her second shot; she added the jazz hands after I uploaded the first one as my new Twitter avatar).

Looks just like me, don’t you think?

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