Barb's Burblings

Well, we didn't die...

The trip to Pittsburgh was good. Pittsburgh managed to exceed Brent's and my expectations (which, admittedly, were not terribly high to begin with). It helped that we stayed in a fabulous hotel, paying something like a third of the actual rate. Sure, they constantly pointed out that we booked through Hotwire, but if it annoyed them, then, well, maybe they should stop taking bookings through there.

We rode the Monongahela Incline, meandered around Station Square, then relaxed at the hotel a bit before heading over to PNC Park for the Nationals-Pirates game. The park was great and we had fantastic seats. I got Ryan Church and Brad Wilkerson to sign the game ball Dave and I got at the game we went to. The Nats won, 7-4, and Jose Guillen helped out my fantasy team with two home runs (side note: the fantasy team is not doing so well; I'm now in 4th in my league).

After the game, Brent and I decided that we wanted some dinner, so we asked at the front desk of the hotel and the girl there sent us to the Strip District. Well, theoretically. In practice, Brent and I wound up wandering around a very deserted area next to the river. There were scary loading bays and hoodlums and highway overpasses and we walked and walked and walked and definitely did not find any sort of restaurants, shops, or bars. So we hoofed it back to the hotel, thankfully unmolested, and wound up eating at the hotel. It was crazy expensive, but we were thankful to not be wandering the mean streets of Pittsburgh.

Yesterday we went down to the point where the three rivers meet, the site of the original Fort Pitt. It was closed. (Typical.) But it was pretty. And there were nice dogs.

Anyway, it was a lovely trip. The city was very walkable and it worked out fantastically. Except for the walking the mean streets of Pittsburgh (we passed the Greyhound station, people). But other than that little blip...

Current song in my head:
"Saving All My Love For You" by Whitney Houston