A Night Out
I know, I know. Y’all are tired of hearing about the marathon. But since we did in fact run one, Matt and I had to celebrate.
We went to one of our favorite restaurants on Mount Washington, La Tavola.
That is, after Matt cleaned out the toaster.
That’d be Mae’s doing.
I pathetically attempted a drive by photo of our trip up.
Seriously. Hot husband.
The place is BYOB. Yay for Pinot!
BYOB means you have to pose with your wine. And marathon cigar.
Because I ran a marathon. I can do that.
For Katie Ett, I took photos of our food. Matt got scallops.
I got penne in a vodka sauce. It was so effing good.
And we ended with a triple chocolate cake with berries. That put all my baking skills to shame.
And clearly my photography skills since it was half eaten when I took the photo.
On our drive home, we saw a blimp.
Took a photo of the creepiest tunnel in Pittsburgh. NAME THAT TUNNEL!
Got some more blimp action across the Liberty Bridge.
Matt got tired of my taking photos.
So I took photos of street signs. Bloomfield, what, what!
Then another one of him to piss him off further.
Wait for it. THERE IT IS! 100% annoying capacity achieved.
It was a good date.