Friday, August 09, 2013

Flee to the Cleve and Get to the Pitt

Our big family vacation this summer was to Cleveland and Pittsburgh.

No, we weren't being punished.

My mother was born in Cleveland. She was there celebrating her birthday with her husband to show him the hospital where she was born and the house where she lived until she was two and moved to New York.

So we decided to surprise her there. We went to her hotel room on the morning of her birthday and knocked on her door, which is when her husband had to request that she put on underpants. (Something she shared with us repeatedly, while giggling every time.)

>thrusts sharpened pencil in ear in attempt to erase memory area of brain<

After my mom put on her underpants (and the rest of her clothes), we spent the day doing all the great stuff there is to do in Cleveland....

...and when we were done with the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, we headed to Pittsburgh for the rest of the weekend. (See what I did there? Oooh...gotcha, Cleveland!)
Mom and her underpants celebrating her birthday. 
Also in Cleveland. I think art is a good choice for my kid, as she is not much of en speller.
Then again, neither is the charming person who wants "to do" Hally Berry.
Pittsburgh was great. We went to the Warhol Museum then ended up walking around town until we happened upon an interesting-looking restaurant. While we dined outside, we chatted up a woman (and her dog) who is a blogger (the woman, that is)...and who has realized my dream of appearing on GOMI several times. (She used to be a master in the regurgitation arts and tends to bit a bit judge-y about what others eat and how they look.) Whatever. She was charming in person.
Our picture outside the restaurant. With Gwendolyn.
And recently, we even made a guest appearance in her blog, because I'm all about letting strangers take photos of my family and paste them all over the Innernets.

We also rode the Incline, said "you'ins" a lot, and after being told we needed to eat there, tried a sandwich at Primanti Brothers which may be the most overrated (and under delicious) sandwich I've ever tasted.

Perhaps a nice beach vacation next year?

6 comments:

David Oliver said...

One of the benefits of living long enough to become a senior is we get to do payback to our kids. Kudos to your Mom! :)

Looks like you had so much fun in Cleveland and Pittsburg, I doubt the beach would be better. Of course lying around in the hot sun does give you an excuse to drink...

Kathyconnolly said...

I approve of the use of "under delicious."

Brutalism said...

David - You are supposed to support my indignation not her lack of underpants! Harrumph.

Kath - Thank you. It was (of course) my favorite line in this post.

Barb Schanel said...

Kathleen, this is the only way I could find to contact you. We at Groundwell Farm have nominated you for a Liebster award. Come on over to groundwellfarm.com to see what I'm talking about.

dilettante07 said...

Why are you recoiling from your daughter in that photo? Did she bring up fingering again?

Brutalism said...

Hey, Barb - Thank you so much -- will visit and check that out.

Dilettante07 - I'm doing a great job of not being in the photo, aren't I? So instead of not being photographed, I'm photographed looking like an idiot. I'm good at paparazzi. I'll be a disaster at our Oscar party.