greetings from the 'burgh

Yes indeed, It's a weekend in Pittsburgh. I enjoy living in New England, but there's nothing like a trip home. I spent entirely too many hours at the local watering hole last night drinking, and laughing, and telling rediculous stories, and playing darts, and playing the jukebox. It was wonderful. I went to bed around 4am, and when I hopped (or rather, crawled) out of bed this morning, daddio was ready and waiting with fruit salad and the skillet ready for some serious omelette making. ROCK ON!! I still lack any form of good friends to chill with in New Haven, and I never really realize just how unbalanced I feel until I make a trip to Pittsburgh and find myself surrounded by a horde of smiling hugging people. It's the best. *sigh* I have great co-workers back in Connecticut, and nothing but fun with the boyfriend, and even have had tons of weekend trips and visitors...but not havin someone to call up and meet at the local coffee shop/bar/whatever to just chill and bullshit...it's an odd thing. I've never lived anywhere there wasn't someone down the hall, or the street, or on the other end of the phone planning a night out. It's a different experience. Not completely terrible, but different. hrm.