Road trip for 7, Part 1…

Before I get started, let me warn you…there will be a ton of pictures in this post. I decided that breaking up the weekend into 2 different post would make it less intimidating. Haha.

I don’t even know what to say to sum up a weekend with an amazing group of friends, family, and a city that I absolutely love. I wrote so many pages in my journal last night, because I didn’t want to forget things that happened on this trip. Like, for example, my dear friend (who shall remain nameless for protection), woke up from a dead sleep on the trip to Pittsburgh, with the sudden urge to…use the bathroom. And not in the “I can pee on the side of the road,” sort of way. So after driving for probably 10 minutes, and being at her wits end, and also prego we pulled over to the only business establishment within a 30 miles radius. An “Adult Bookstore.” Yes. It’s true. I think I’m still laughing.

And I definitely don’t want to forget the sentimental messages spoken about my Grandparents during their 50th wedding anniversary celebration by my Dad, and Uncles. Sometimes you just have to sit back, look around, and realize just how blessed you really are. I had that moment, surrounded by family, and friends all celebrating my Gram and Pap, and their never-ending love for each other. That kind of love is hard to find, and even harder to keep going for 50 years. I think that’s the secret to spending your life with someone, you have to work at it. Nobody is perfect, but if you truly love them, you’ll work through life together. Enjoying the ups, the downs, and everything in between.

Anyway- I’m sure you can tell I’ve had all this gooey stuff on my mind for a while, because I’m being sentimental, and sappy. Now, on to the pictures!

After the LONG drive into the city, our first stop was the infamous Primanti Brothers in the Strip District. Now, for anyone who has never been, GO! It’s hands down one of Pittsburgh’s most famous restaurants. I’m partial to the Keilbasa (pronounced Ca-boss-e, for my BF who insists that I say it wrong.) But honestly, I don’t think there is anything on the menu that isn’t good.

Jake was really excited about eating there…can you tell? 😀

I do believe we were all a bit slap-happy after a 7 hour drive.

Now, no trip to the Strip is complete without some shopping. I’m a firm believer that you can find almost anything on the Strip, but most of it falls into ‘That’s random’ or ‘Pittsburgh sports paraphernalia’ categories. Naturally, the girls had no problem finding things we wanted to take pictures with…

We B thugs. I know you’re intimidated. Look at our intensity.

Let me explain…Greg’s hat was a bunny, and mine was a wolf. I was just acting out reality. Survival of the fittest, baby. GRRR.

It’s never too early to see a leprechaun…

We were all close to exhaustion after driving all day, and walking around downtown, so we went to the hotel to settle in. A very important road trip tip for anyone about to embark on an adventure…You know when you pull into the hotel parking lot, and you see 3 different Catholic priests in 3 different areas unloading their cars, that it’s going to be an interesting weekend. Long story short, there was a diocese convention going on, and they were everywhere. I do believe I spied a rather large mural of the last supper in one of the rooms also. But, hey whatever works, right? I just thought it was a funny side note.

In closing, I’ll throw in a few of my pictures of the city. I like the old buildings, and the ‘run-down’ feeling that exists in many parts of the Strip District. I’d like to spend some more time exploring down there with my camera this summer.

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Until next time…

KP

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