64. fested.
We all had an awesome night. Thanks, mostly, to this lady.
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62. chicken dinner.
Thanks to a metric shit-ton of rain — and the subsequent flooding that kept me hopping at work today — I was a little slow in getting around to picking a winner for our pair of tickets to Friday’s Pittsburgh Rugby Football Club Brewfest. I got around to hitting up random.org a little bit after… Read More 62. chicken dinner.
61. what i meant.
I kind of stomped on someone’s head a little while ago; I probably shouldn’t have, but I came across something on Twitter that struck a nerve. I don’t follow this person, so I was watching the discussion through comments and re-tweets of those who do. I was curious about a couple of those — all… Read More 61. what i meant.
60. brewfest.
The Pittsburgh Rugby Football Club hosts its annual Brewfest on Friday. Wanna go? I’ve got a pair of tickets for you. Unsure? Listen — the list of breweries and beers is staggering. It’s three hours of the most fun you’re going to have all year. It’s at Station Square — easy to get to from… Read More 60. brewfest.
49. getting local.
Monday’s Get Local With Lew dinner at Bocktown was spectacular. You can take a look at the full menu here; my highlights foll0w. Once again — thanks to Mrs.… Read More 49. getting local.
46. best wife ever.
Thanks to the generosity — and the general sneakiness — of Mrs. Crappy, I am attending tonight’s Get Local with Lew beer dinner at Bocktown. Mrs. Crappy surprised me last week with a ticket to the dinner, which features Pennsylvania beers, locally sourced and prepared food and commentary from Lew Bryson, the Philly beer writer… Read More 46. best wife ever.
Uncle Crappy 