Give me all the bacon ice cream you have

It was a magical day. Not only was it the first official day of summer and recess day (which my new workplace celebrates... can we say awesomesauce?), but I also discovered a true gift from God. It completely makes up for that lame list of ten rules we're supposed to follow. 

So after a long, hard day of work that involved 2 hours of playtime, I just really wanted ice cream... then completely spaced out on the way home and got into the wrong lane, which unfortunately went in the complete opposite direction of the ice cream stand. Then, as if it were a sign sent from the heavens above, I got stuck in traffic, but was able to make an illegal u-turn and head in a different direction... which, just happened to lead me directly to a bountiful land filled with ice cream and tacos and beer. Today, I just opted for the ice cream and thank the good, good Lord I did. I've been curious about this little homemade ice cream stand for awhile (Antneys, hey, this is a pretty good endorsement for them... because so many people read this). There should have been a beam of light hitting the stand with choirs of angels singing its praises for what I saw on the menu- Salted Caramel Bacon ice cream. I feel like my enthusiasm overwhelmed the cherubim at the window, but she graciously gave me a sample of the heavenly indulgence and basically this is what happened....

And that scared her even more. But I did end up ordering a cone and I only had to pay for a small considering that their version of a small cone is two scoops of ice cream. I heard the song so many times at the hell hole, but I finally understand. Heaven is a place on earth. 

It's the most furriful time of the year!

Driving through dahntawn

In my Cavalier

When around the Westin

Oh, what did I hear?

People in fur costumes

Making spirits bright

What fun it is to ride and see

The furries out tonight

Oh, it's furry time, furry time

Anthrocon is here

Grab your cat ears and your tail

Cause furry time is here

This past Friday was basically better than Christmas. It's the time when I feel all warm and fuzzy... mostly because it's June and there are hoards (stampedes? gaggle? murder? herds?) of people dressed in animal costumes parading around the 'Burgh. It's times like this I'm truly proud to be a yinzer- Pittsburgh is the home of Anthrocon- a convention of like-minded nerds who enjoy dressing up as cartoon creatures. It's one of the few times out of the year I feel normal. Which felt strange. 


I go see the merry band of costumed creatures every year, but this year we went right into the lions den... well, lion, fox, dog, cat, etc. den. Most of the "furries" stay at the hotel directly across from the convention center and we walked right into the lobby. The hotel, not the convention- I'm not quite ready for that yet. I'm still not quite sure if we were allowed in there considering that we were neither patrons of the hotel, nor the rather expensive restaurant located inside the lobby. Thankfully, we didn't get kicked out and we hung out with local radio personalities and the real stars- the furries, who were quite glad to put on a show for the onlookers. They happily posed for pictures with the families facing the recession who couldn't take their kids to Disney World, so they went for the next best thing... furry-invaded downtown Pittsburgh. On second thought, it's pretty similar to Toon Town. Anyway, my babble isn't very interesting, but the pictures are- so here ya go. 

... I was excited... can you tell?

....excited and slightly terrified.

The local radio personalities... who got much better pictures than we did.

And finally, we found Jesus. And Waldo (not pictured)

The wheels on the car go round and round... that's about all I know

I'm not a car girl. I can't point out makes or models save for maybe the DeLorean and the Batmobile. Maybe the one from Knight Rider, but only if David Hasslehoff is standing next to it. I didn't really pay attention in drivers ed., I mostly worried about if the teacher would discover the mouse my friend and I decided to raise in the school and take to class with us. I did learn about the dangers if road rage- don't piss someone off, they might have a crossbow. I recently learned where the windshield wiper fluid goes, but I need to get the damn hood open first. I found this is best done by hunters with a dead deer in the back of their truck in the GetGo parking lot. And I do know that when your car is smoking, it's not because it is being possessed by the smoke monster from Lost. Smokey the Bear is also not helpful in this situation. Apparently the bastard only cares about woodland creatures. 

So maybe this is why I virtually devolve into a bumbling bimbo anytime I'm forced to go to a car repair place. No matter how many times I practice the speeches my dad tells me, I still regress into a dialogue used mostly by teenage girls and lobotomy patients.  It doesn't even matter if I have a cheat sheet written on my hand. Most car parts are still referred to as "thingys" or whatchamacallits or thingamabobs with a lot of "likes" and "ya knows" thrown in and God forbid it's making a noise. Honestly I just need to fully dedicate myself to the bimbo character I play every time I walk into a mechanics and dress in daisy dukes, a cut off top with hair up in pigtails, lucious, freshly glossed lips sucking on s lollipop while I proceed to wash my car before bringing it in. Oh wait, I went there today in my "I'll be cute at work" dress and flats. That might be just as bad.