For as long as I can remember, Mrs. Crappy has pointed out the Pittsburgh Glass Center whenever we drove by. She’s wanted to stop and look; occasionally, she’s also mentioned taking classes there. A couple weeks ago, I was wondering what to do about Mrs. Crappy’s approaching birthday. And I saw someone mention on Twitter… Read More 69. blown.
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.
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.
1) Last night, I was out late (silly-good time at the Rocky Horror Show). 2) We had a great time today, while working hard at the Redd Up Thread Up. 3) Beer and sammiches for dinner at Fat Head’s. 4) We’re getting up early to go running and walking with a group of friends whom… Read More 37. falling back.
I love this. And as an obsessive apostrophe corrector, I am also properly chastened.
I got to the Cabaret at Theater Square a little after 5 Tuesday — or about an hour before we were to start our Craft Beer School session. I was relieved to see familiar faces immediately — Father Spoon honked at me as he drove by in the parking garage, and Andrea was looking at… Read More schooled.
Uncle Crappy 