The ‘Burgh, How Do I Love Thee?

Let me count the ” ‘n’ats. ”

CK and I went to the Pens-Lightning game the other night. He’s a HUGE Pens fan and had stumbled upon some great tickets for Tuesday night’s game.

Word.

I like hockey. I mean, it’s no football or anything (Six-Time World Champs, BABY!), but I do like it. I’m sure if I understood it as much as I understand football, it’d be, well, a totally different ballgame! (Sorry).

So, in a parking lot right by the Forum, CK and I get out of the car as two guys were getting out of their car right behind us. I guess they spotted our Penguins attire (or, in my case, black and gold clothing with no logos whatsoever because I don’t own any Pens stuff and CK wouldn’t let me wear my Farrior jersey, but that’s a totally different story…) because the guy yelled, “HEY! WHAT PART-A PIXBURGH Y’INS GUYS FROHM??” Hilarious. God, I love the ‘Burgh. It just never stops amazing me how Pittsburgh is seriously everywhere. I moved, literally, one thousand miles from home, and I keep running into the neighbors I left behind. And, we’re just one big, heavily-accented happy family.

Of course, we got to talking to them, and Andrew - didn’t catch what part of town he grew up in - lives and works down on Captiva Island, otherwise known as heaven, about three hours south of here. His friend was visiting from the North Hills. Great guys. Andrew told us that if we ever wanted to have a destination wedding, he’d totally hook us up (yes, the four of us became very close in a very short period of time). Wedding, schmedding. But, dudes! Does that place not look awesome?? They have these million dollar homes that you can rent by the week. And, at off-peak times, with the right group of people, they’re not even expensive!!

Ah, to have more vacation days…

Anyway, I’m getting totally off track here.