Adulting

We have triumphantly arrived in Pittsburgh.  I suppose I'll stick around as a guide to the area/travel blog until ya'll tell me to shut up.

First off, this happened:



I'm a traditionalist so it's really not a wedding unless you're married by Elvis, given away by Thor, and handed to a man wearing a halloween costume made to look like a tux.

Because guess what you don't want to do when you spent the better part of a year in a panicked state?  Plan a wedding?  Correct.  Viva las vegas.  This was immediately followed by a trip in our party clothes on the NY NY rollercoaster.

Sidenote: slot machines are one hundred percent not fun anymore.  They've turned down the winnings *and* they're all voucher plays, so it feels more like a reverse ATM than a game.  At least freemium gaming occasionally gives you some food from the skinner box.

So we went with blackjack.  Play by the book, and you can drink all day and never really gain or lose a lot of money.  Play by the seat of your pants, and you will lose not only your money, but gain the full ire of the rest of the table.

But still, Vegas was fun and Cirque was worth the money.  But you know this.

We managed to get our last minute movers and roadtripped to Pittsburgh.

First stop: Hot Springs, Arkansas.  Lots of bikers.  Beautiful scenery.  Kind of an odd vibe.  Went to restaurant known for its incredible seafood that served salmon, scallops and tilapia.  This is odd for a restaurant in a pensensula of a lake

Second stop: Memphis TN for a deliciously redneck lunch.  Trout tacos.  That's what I'm talking about.  Catch my lunch.  Don't order it from the gulf.

Third stop: Nashville.  Nashville frigging rules.  I've never seen so much musical talent in one place.  Check out the Khromatiks.  We stayed there for a while before driving an hour north to the hotel.

Fifth stop.  Columbus, OH.  We felt like we should explore and wound up exploring a nearby restaurant and an episode of game of thrones.  I feel like it was the right decision.

Sixth stop.  Pittsburgh.  Sat on the porch of our new digs, wandered to the main drag to get an artisanal cup of coffee and met our landlord again for the walkthrough.  This house is so great.  It's so adult.  We have internet speed befitting the century.  I have a gas oven and a gas grill.  Everything is trees and rivers.

I had a traumatic trip to Ikea, as they all are, I suppose.  You wind through, eyes full of wonder, constructing the house of your dreams.  Then you get to that "self serve" aisle where you realize you've ordered 12 thousand pounds worth of crap into a car that only holds 4 thousand.  Employees watch you fail boy scout exams time after time as you attempt to wrap your entire car in twine, yet still that futon frame tries to make an escape for the back exit.

Then they closed all tunnels into the city.  Like think Dark Knight Rises but without ice to walk across.  Needless to say, by the time I got home, I needed a Xanex and a shower.

But the house!  The neighborhood!  The job!  Hooray!

I'm a grown up doctor!