Eighteen hours of driving, five thrift stores, many Yuenglings, and one decapitated deer head on Interstate 84 later, The Professor and I have returned from our mini-vacation in Pittsburgh. Road trips can make or break a coupling (ahem, The Orange) but I must admit that, if anything, the past four days only endeared him to me more.
I love crossing "The Independence State" because Pennsylvania changes not only its slogan but also advertising campaigns quicker than a motorist can blink an eye. Stinks for those inmates pressing the license plates, eh? The new ad campaign, which pairs a truly non-grammatical "So Whatcha Wanna Do Is..." with non-color corrected photographs of unruly Pennsylvania fisherman, hunters, and race car drivers (?) promises to bring the least amount of tourism OR transplants to PA yet. Well, that campaign or the new winning bumper sticker, "I Break for Shoofly Pie" (a Dutch Country favorite.) Sadly, the contest's press release proudly relays that "The exciting competition was neck-and neck until the final minutes; the winner barely edged out the runner-up, 'Pennsylvania - State of Independence.'
People, that's just the state's name and slogan -- did anyone notice? Holy farkin' shizat. Personally, I thought some of the runners up had snazzier idears, namely whoever came up with "PA ROADTRIPS...ARE YOU THERE YET?" and " YINZ LOST?"
Below, a few photographic highlights of our trip...
Here, I use a diorama of sparring elks to signify The Professor and I's "battling iPods" during the drive.
My boyfriend or a grizzly? Tough call due to similar amounts of facial hair on both...
Squirrel Hill's finest dive bar, "The Squirrel Hill Cafe", known to locals as "The Squirrel Cage", re-named by me as "The Squirrel Hole"
What you find in a Western Pennsylvanian squirrel's hole: DEEP FRIED HOT CHEESE BALLS! Heh heh.
Mom-orelli despises my art direction when we take photos together...but here I managed to get her to do a modified Chin (#31: Casual Support Hand)
The Professor, pondering the "Game Night Special" and about to ingest more fried food than he has since college
I know, it's like you can't throw a stone near me without hitting a baby these days! Geesh. Here, I catch up with my favorite townie girl, Kendell
I can't believe she's already almost 6 months old, the little minx!