Packed in the car right now with the Keelings, Mike, and the pooch, headed to Pittsburgh. The Winter Classic is today, and Mike and Robert are going to the game. Kristin and I are along for the ride. We had planned to drive up early New Year's Day, get the boys to the 1 p.m. game, then all go out in the newly renovated Shadyside area and this really cool looking restaurant tonight, all dressed up and decked out.
On a cookie euphoria Christmas night, Kristin and Barb came up with the idea that Kristin and I would go to the cookie-maker's house and get our own, private, Western Pennsylvania cookie-making lesson while the boys were at the game.
Kristin, to put it mildly, is ecstatic about the cookie-making.
Then mother nature went and put a crimp in our plans, and the forecast is 50 degrees and raining in Pittsburgh today, so the game has been moved to an 8 p.m. start time. This really only disappoints me, as it means no fancy dress and dinner.
Otherwise, cookie-making is still on, with Mike and Robert going to McKeesport with us.
I haven't been able to quite explain to Kristin the Big Deal that this is -- the whole, opting to go visiting in McKeesport and flattering the cookie-maker with the highest compliment ever, that we want to learn her cookies. She still thinks we're putting them out, and has been trying to insist on bringing ingredients and gifts and other bribes.
She has no idea.
Others have been invited over to the cookie-maker's house because it is such a Big Deal that we are all arriving. It is such a Big Deal that last night, the cookie-maker sent me this photo, of the party favors she has made for us -- printed up recipes of all the cookies we'll be making.
I fully expect that by the time the boys leave for the game, Kristin and I will be in a sugar-induced coma, ready for bed.
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