Thursday, November 28, 2013

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Identifying as a Snob

We are food snobs. Typically, the people we like most are other food snobs. We are the ones who go with friends to Foodie Conventions (yes, there's such a thing.... and its spectacular!), scour the area for unique cooking classes, and go to Tapas places, ordering one of just about everything.
We take pictures of our food, shamelessly (occasionally, we even post the pictures). We record our best and most favourite meal experiences. We share recipes and bake goodies for neighbours. We have Farmer's Market bags and are OK with the stereotypes that go with that. Here's hoping to add this year's Thanksgiving to our Favourite Meal List (yes, it's an actual list)...
Food, that's what.

Monday, November 18, 2013

On the Art of Being Colourful...

Typically, unless I'm being chased by a masked man with a machete or there's a rabid, mafia-connected squirrel chasing me, I don't run. I've tried to get into it several times, but each time, I leave the trail to hike and explore; hiking I can appreciate. Preface aside, The Color Run seemed more like Phagwah than a race, so I paid my money... Once I pay, I'm in.
So, I ran-mostly- the 3 colourful miles and surprised myself: I do like running, even without the threat of rodent attack! We're waiting for some other touring 5Ks to make their way to us and thinking.... Maybe we can start living everyday like it's Phagwah!

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Of Playing Musical Chairs.... kind of

Such a lovely (slightly bizarre) weekend we've had! 
I was the one driving three plus hours to take a
I'm the one who was wall-flowering at the back of the over-zealous, self-proclaimed "fansons" during introductions.
We were quiet, standing on the chilly stairs of history (at Carnegie Music Hall & Library in Pittsburgh/Homestead), waiting for our frosty mile walk
Walking with the drummer, eavesdropping on his fatherly conversation with the random kid, whose dad decided he was destined for stardom; hoping the passion for changing worldly wrongs is real. 

((And now another sign that my life truly is bizarre))
Later on.....
We were the ones standing on the stairs when Helen,  an organizer for the Carnegie Music Hall, burst through the heavy doors, frantically searching for her 2 employees who'd gone AWOL, apparently.  Daylight savings time and the cold  spell didn't exactly create the ideal stair standing scenario, and I don't like seeing people distressed, so we volunteered,
"What do you want us to do? We'll volunteer to help out."

Relieved, she consented.  Knowing the band was directly inside, she pleaded with us, "Please don't bother the band.  Don't speak to them. I could get in trouble."
I giggled and promised that wasn't my style. 

So, in this bizarre turn of events, we were temporarily "hired" as 'door guards' and then ushers. 

I was the one standing 3 feet away from the band.  When the drummer smiled and said, "Hey again," I was the one informing him, "I'm sorry I have to pretend I don't see you."  (Yes, I'm  sure this classifies me in a whole new category of crazy)

Properly doing our job, we became the band's doormen.
The eldest (known as the guitarist) sauntered past us without any sort of acknowledgement, prompting Kyle to push his nose up and declare, "Hoity, Toity!"  (This is why I love this man!)

The middle one at least muttered a thanks as he prepared for 'work'.
And the youngest, our walking companion, smiled and informed me, "Don't worry, I don't see you there." 
(Yes, he has quickly become my favourite-- the only one who seemed to be cognizant of the people around, carrying on polite conversation)

As a reward for ushering, we were offered band merch and drinks, but I said, I'd rather just have a nicer seat than the last row in the balcony, so we stayed on the main floor, getting to visit briefly with the opener as he sneaked in. 
(More bizarrity ensued with the time following the show, but I'm  ready to land this plane)
With amazing acoustics in the 115 year old edifice, a completely unplugged song, an introduction to a new wonderful musician,  and another idea if I need to quit my day job, it was a euphoric night. 

.... Meanwhile in the Strip, a busy district in Pittsburgh...

**Been spending most my life livin' in a foodie paradise.  The kishkas and perogies, perogies and the kishkas, chocolates and lattes, noodles and shnitzels..... Been spending most my life livin' in a foodie paradise....**

That. just. happened. .

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Hallowe'en Happenings

Well, the clock struck midnight and the orange & black switched to reds & greens...everywhere.
One of the highlights of Main Street living is the trick-or-treating, shutting down the road for 2 hours. 

A couple highlights from Thursday night.

Now I'm sailing into a beautiful Autumn weekend, planning ahead and resting up for our next set of adventures. **Le sigh** Easy Saturdays are such a glorious time.