It is Deeper so More Good Things Fit In It: A Pirates Game and The Waffle Shop

I realized sometime this semester that I haven't been very good at taking pictures. (Notice the pictures that Andy took on the post before this. Also, Maria's camera has a good number from her time here that I need.)

So I decided to bring my camera to a pretty interesting evening at a ball game (and other stuff).

I learned a bit about baseball today. They possibly have the most losses in history (though they are a pretty old team. And in looking up stats, they are somewhere in the vincinity of 9,500 in franchise history, versus the Phillies that have over 10,000.) So, in other words, "citation needed."

I also learned about dirty balls (like, the rubbed-in-dirt baseball kind) and what buccaneers really means (something about jerky... like beef jerky).

Anyway, so lots of fun with LUC folk while watching a win from the Pirates! You always feel like they gave you a special treat when they do that. When your expectations are of them losing, a win feels like a gift.

I will say, I'm am still amazed and saddened by the cost of food and drink in stadiums. It is over $7 for a beer, and over $6 for any sort of burger. Redonkulous.

After a day (evening) at the ballgame, Rosie, Frank, Alex, and I went to the Waffle Shop. There is a live streaming talk show that happens every night, and I, being me, wanted to go on it. So I talked about HCI ("a mix of psychology, design, computers, with a little bit of crazy mixed in"), the Pirates ("its always like a little gift when they win because you never expect it"), and, of course, waffles. There was a comparison between the thinner waffles and Belgian waffles. My description? "I like the thinner waffles because they are crispier*, but sometimes Belgian waffles are good. The holes are deeper so more good things fit in it."


...Aaaand, that's what she said.

*There is a word made up by the lovely Courtney that explains exactly what I love about waffles: cruffy. Fluffy plus crunchy equals delicious.

Labor Day: My Twenty-Second Birthday and My Sister's Visit

My sister left early in the morning Tuesday the 7th, so I got to sleep in my bed again. However, I was so excited to sleep, that I took a nap before all my work was done, then had to get up at 1am to finish it.

My weekend with my older sister was busy, like many other weekends. But part of me really enjoys showing her how different my life is from hers, and that was a bit exhausting for her, I think. She came in on Saturday morning, and I, being the awful sister I am, didn't wake up to my alarm and go to the airport to get her. Three missed calls and two text messages later, I finally wake up, feeling awful (mostly really, really guilty that I didn't meet her at the airport like I said I would.) So she gets on the 28X, and I meet her (after a shower and quick clean of the room) at the bus stop, apologizing profusely. Brunch and seven hours of hanging out and shopping and games at church and "Princess Bride" at midnight end one exhausting day for her.

Sunday was church (she hasn't been to a Lutheran service in a while, and we have a very traditional service, so I think she enjoyed the chants and hymns.) Then a bit of lunch. Then a bridal shower. We finally made it to game night, and I finally felt like it was my birthday (because it was). So we played games, socialized with a completely new group of people.

So after staying up until 3am, I made her waffles on Monday (Labor Day) and we headed to go see the Cathedral of Learning then downtown. We bought Pirates tickets from a scalper, then went to eat ribs at Heinz Field, then didn't get to see the incline (sadly, one of the things she wanted to do) before I had to be back for a meeting. She basically napped, read, and chatted with her boyfriend while I did meetings until we had a half-price dinner with a totally different group of friends.

So, that was four or more groups of friends we hung out with in the course of three days, and, while social, she is not the crazy social planner that I am, so it makes sense she was exhausted.

Tuesday was catch-up, and Wednesday was... blissfully back to normal.

(Pictures taken by Andy but are on Pat's photostream)