Today is really rainy and nasty in Philadelphia, friends. But I guess you have to take a little of the bad with the good in any situation… the weather so far on my trip here has been wonderful. Of course, compared to Pittsburgh in winter, most anything seems wonderful. Except Buffalo. Or Antarctica.
I’ve already had a little adventure today. I stumbled, bleary-eyed into the bathroom to shower, got naked, and THEN realized that I hadn’t gone to the grocery store to buy some shower essentials like shampoo and anti-perspirant and toothpaste, so I had to re-dress, stumble out into the torrential downpour (okay, I’m exaggerating a little there), and go off to the Super Fresh market for a toiletries run. Man, are groceries expensive! Especially toiletries. I didn’t even buy any food (except for a little container of grape tomatoes… a snack weakness of mine), and I spent nearly $40. Ouch!
Since we’re planning to have some folks over after our show this evening, I walked down 10th street to Washington, where I’d parked my car, and drove over to the local beer distributor to pick up a case. Only people who actually live in Pennsylvania understand what that entails… our home state isn’t like many others; you can’t just walk into a grocery store and buy beer. The sale of any sort of alcoholic beverages is strictly regulated in Pennsylvania, and you have to go to separate stores to buy beer, and even wine and spirits are sold in another shop altogether. Byzantine, to say the least. Archaic in the extreme, and annoying out the wazoo.
The rain is coming down something fierce out there. It’s not, I assure you, like a hurricane or anything, but in Pittsburgh, with all those hills to break them up, we rarely get lashed by storms like this. Very windy. So the long and the short of it is that I brought my car back to the neighborhood in which I’m staying and parked it at a meter across the street from the house. I’m driving to the theater tonight, my friends! Hopefully, I’ll be able to find a space when I get back, but really, I think I might just swallow the $9 and park ol’ Sister Bertrille in a garage overnight. It’s supposed to rain like this again tomorrow.
I’ve already had a little adventure today. I stumbled, bleary-eyed into the bathroom to shower, got naked, and THEN realized that I hadn’t gone to the grocery store to buy some shower essentials like shampoo and anti-perspirant and toothpaste, so I had to re-dress, stumble out into the torrential downpour (okay, I’m exaggerating a little there), and go off to the Super Fresh market for a toiletries run. Man, are groceries expensive! Especially toiletries. I didn’t even buy any food (except for a little container of grape tomatoes… a snack weakness of mine), and I spent nearly $40. Ouch!
Since we’re planning to have some folks over after our show this evening, I walked down 10th street to Washington, where I’d parked my car, and drove over to the local beer distributor to pick up a case. Only people who actually live in Pennsylvania understand what that entails… our home state isn’t like many others; you can’t just walk into a grocery store and buy beer. The sale of any sort of alcoholic beverages is strictly regulated in Pennsylvania, and you have to go to separate stores to buy beer, and even wine and spirits are sold in another shop altogether. Byzantine, to say the least. Archaic in the extreme, and annoying out the wazoo.
The rain is coming down something fierce out there. It’s not, I assure you, like a hurricane or anything, but in Pittsburgh, with all those hills to break them up, we rarely get lashed by storms like this. Very windy. So the long and the short of it is that I brought my car back to the neighborhood in which I’m staying and parked it at a meter across the street from the house. I’m driving to the theater tonight, my friends! Hopefully, I’ll be able to find a space when I get back, but really, I think I might just swallow the $9 and park ol’ Sister Bertrille in a garage overnight. It’s supposed to rain like this again tomorrow.
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