I have to say, I have never been this sore in my life. Dance camp started today. Yegads.
So Pittsburgh was great. We spent Tuesday night in a motel in Greenville (that's where your paretns are right now, right Vria?). Wednesday we drove the rest of the way (I got to do more highway driving), and met up with Gabriel, saw his apartment, gave him all the shirts and things we have amassed for him, went to an excellent Indian restaurant, saw the Cathedral of Learning and stumbled upon a large, inflatable, houndstooth-covered squirrel and an inflatable, paint-covered elephant. Thursday we went on the incline and did something I can't remember before dropping Gabe off at
work, the rest of us went to Goodwill (I found an excellent fedora), then we picked him up again back at his apartment and went to get food then down to the Point and hung out by the water and more of the
inflatable animals while hearing Government Mule, then got excellent ice cream. Friday we went to the Warhol Museum, which was awesome (Alex bought a Jesus action figure), hung out in the hotel while Gabe went to work, then went to an excellent Mexican restaurant with some of his friends. Saturday we toured the Nationality Rooms in the Cathedral of Learning which you should all do, then went to the Conservatory, then to Goodwill. But a different, bigger one. Because we like Goodwill, and we found some exciting things. Then we ate at an Italian restaurant, then had a smoke alarm party back at the apartment, which is where (at least in this case) you play reggae music while putting up smoke alarms because they are very good things which their landlord had failed to take care of properly. Sunday was spent driving all the way back home in one day, which I don't recommend. And now I have to turn around and pack to go to Germany Saturday. Egad.