On one hand, we have Game Seven of the Eastern Conference Semifinal Series between the Pens and Montreal. On the other hand, we have an evening in a middle school auditorium, listening to a presentation about bond issues and construction contracts. Guess which one I’ll be doing on Wednesday night. Crap.
This will perhaps be the most anti-climatic post in the history of Uncle Crappy, but here we go: The Jim Lokay-Tall Cathy Mariachi Night Tequila Dance. Background: That morning, Jim — whom you may or may not know is the greatest television traffic guy of all time — and I and a crew of the… Read More at one time, this was a big deal.
We had actually managed to avoid our perpetual “What Do You Want To Do For Dinner” discussion this afternoon; on the way to the annual plant sale thing at Phipps, we decided that we would be grilling burgers when we got home. I’m not sure how it came up, but there was one brief diversion… Read More north side, yo.
I try to avoid crossing the work and personal streams here, but this one is too good to not mention. A few years ago, I had a regular place for beer writing — besides here, I mean — in the monthly entertainment tab my paper produced. It was a great gig, and it gave me… Read More another round.
I may have mentioned before that I’m co-hosting the Pittsburgh Cultural Trust’s Craft Beer School session in May with my buddy Tony Knipling of Vecenie’s Distributing. I may have also mentioned that there are no tickets left for the class, unless the trust releases a few the day of the session. I’d love to take… Read More time for class.
It’s kind of a tradition for us to load up the iPod with Tony Kornheiser Show podcasts when we set out for a long drive in the car, and that’s what we did when we traveled to Columbus last weekend. One of the best bits we heard from those shows was a critique of whatever… Read More twang.
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