Sunday, February 7, 2010

If I knew some of Dave's lyrics to "The Neighbors" song, they would be my title

This morning was an interesting one. A gathering of a truly versatile and unlikely group crowded in the streets. Seeing as how Pittsburgh does not care much about the safety of it's residents who must use roadways, the five hundred block of Melwood Avenue pulled together in true neighbor fashion. The white-power punk, the Armenian hit-man/pimp, the fifty-something year old creep with no teeth and subtle sass, the unfamiliar foreign midget who appeared from the woodwork, Chris, Noelle, Alex, and myself pushed and pulled and shoveled several vehicles to safety. Actually, I was just more of the cheerleader, seeing as how I fell twice while doing nothing but standing there. Whoops! My feet just flew out from under me and I crashed onto a fluffy cushion (a.k.a. my ass) while my fingers hyperextended in an unnatural way (my fingers have a freakish degree of extension, but this was bad for even them). When all was said and done and Chris's and my 9 a.m. deadline become 11:36 a.m., we traveled down to Melwood and Baum behind Noelle. The silly girl was turning right and pummeled her machine straight into the massive bank of snow. I actually did have to help Chris push this time. Me, zero muscle mass and slippery fashion boots on, pushing a car from the midst of a semi-busy street. It was a sight to see, I am sure.

For now, Chris and I are being the quintessential all-dayers at Panera who buy a small coffee (with free refills!) and scam all the free Wi-Fi our little hearts can handle. Must get back to work. Must complete some work so that I can go to Philadelphia this weekend.

Tangential note, going to Philly with a Community exam on Monday... sure to do poorly. The second of only two exams in the class falls on the Monday after my cousin's big bash of a wedding (the girl is going to have more alcohol that should be allowed). Failure to ensue....

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