Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Excuse the Profanity

Our sales rep for Siemens invited us to attend a continuing education class in Pittsburgh, Pa. today.


This meant we could collect some CEU's for our license renewal next year.  Plus, Brian wanted to take us out for lunch.


We passed on a trip to Vegas last week,  since we'd be going to Pittsburgh this week.   Our friends in business attended and told us that the Elton John show was part of the itinerary.  

Darn!!  


Pittsburgh is a town with tons of character! 
 I was pleasantly surprised.


Beautiful buildings!


And much bigger than I had ever imagined.


A bit of advice:  You never want to get lost in Pittsburgh.  


Gary's blood pressure must've been off the charts.  
This town is confusing!


When we finally found the parking garage, it was just as perplexed as the town. 

 One way. Do not enter.  No parking.  Reserved.  

  We drove up three floors before we decided it was time to turn around and go home.  


We were trying to find our way out of town when Brian texted us.  'Where are you guys?'  

'Couldn't find parking.  Heading home.'

'What??!  the reason I came to this meeting was to take you 2 out for lunch.  Siemens has already paid for your parking.''  

'That's all well and good...  if we could just find the parking they paid for.  Sorry, Brian.' 

The following video is for your entertainment...  Please excuse the profanity...  He couldn't help himself. 




Today while lost,  I faced my fears of claustrophobia.  

"Oh no!  Not the tunnel again!"  "Didn't we just do the tunnel?"  "Isn't this the same tunnel we went through a few minutes ago?"  "Again?!"  

I faced my fear 7 times.  


All was not lost...


Shake off the feel of defeat...


"Eenie, meenie, minie moe....  
catch a lobster by the... claw.



Then some shopping at Babies R Us.  


Decisions - decisions.  California... or home?


At this point, everyone needed chocolate...



 Then home to our dog who had taken out her frustrations on her alligator Wally while watching the house.  


Dear Diary,  It was home alone again for me.  And there is talk of me being depressed.  Wonder why?  Gracie.