When I consider the weather, the food, the drinks, the game, the fireworks and, most especially, the friends, I can’t imagine how Saturday’s Bucco Tweetup could have been any better. If we don’t make that an annual event, we are out of our collective minds.
Tailgating season generally doesn’t start until late August at the earliest for me. But it’s always nice to get in some preseason practice. At the request of Jennie, Mrs. Crappy and I are hosting the tailgate party prior to tomorrow night’s Pirates game. Mrs. Crappy and I are pretty good at this stuff; we organize… Read More tailgating season.
* The baseball tailgate is coming up Saturday afternoon. I’d like to thank those who have already volunteered to bring stuff to help Mrs. Crappy and me feed 35 people. If you haven’t already volunteered, there’s an excellent chance you’re going to be hearing from me soon — as in today — to see what… Read More need to know.
Good: The Avett Brothers show Tuesday night was spectacular. Brother Anthony and I each got stood up by our dates, who shall go unnamed *coughmrscrappyaaacough*, but we met Mr. and Mrs. Burns for drinks and dinner beforehand and I talked Yohe into coming down for the show as well. You missed a good night, ladies.… Read More 24 hours.
Today was a good day. I slept in until 9. We shut of the AC when we went to bed, and it didn’t take long for the upstairs to cool off to the point where it was just about exactly perfect. We started the day at Tangers, where I picked up another cool linen shirt.… Read More very nice.
If you showed up hungry, you came to the right place. If you left hungry, you did it wrong. Mindbling and Pgha pulled off yet another epic Tweetup, this time bringing us together over a pile of wings from all over town. If you didn’t make it there Saturday evening, you missed: Wings, the best… Read More winged.
Uncle Crappy 