Last Sunday we were given carte blanche to sashay through the fancy cars on display at the Grand Prix event in Schenley Park - we heard that people were kept out later, but we were so charming that we were also offered cold drinks. The vehicles were adorable - exotic antique little sports cars with cute insignias, painstakingly polished by their loving owners and some still with their custom-made covers on - Cheryl (I think) said they looked like they were just waking up. The owners looked a bit hungover however. Then we traveled up and down the summery park trails until we returned to commandeer the outdoor tables at Commonplace, enveloping one hapless soul who hopefully didn't mind.
At least she got to hear all the endorsements:
- Megabus - again - Lainy told how she amazed her job interviewers with this sensible preference over the nightmare of modern air travel. We did hear a few mixed reviews though.
- Weight-bearing exercise classes (guess we need those too) at Crossfit Pittsburgh
- Yiddish - slightly bad words (schmuck) and untranslatable good ones (machatunim) and the book that tells the story of how Yiddish was rescued by a 24-year-old college student: Outwitting History. And speaking of books -
- Transatlantic, by Colum McCann
- Maine, by J. Courtney Sullivan
- IQ84, by Haruki Murakami
- Florida books: Lucky You, by Carl Hiaasen and The Orchid Thief, by Susan Orlean
- and finally, Prancercise: actually sent in earlier last week by Wendy - you simply have to watch this, even for a few minutes - and picture our whole group trying it out together on the trail past Blue Slide Park. Please let's. Just once.
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