There Are Worse Things Than Being Alone
That Bukowski quote still in my head and reminded me of last week being delayed almost 4 hours at the Pittsburgh Airport with everything closing up after 2 hours and nobody for me to mock but myself.
Oh yeah, now I remember one of those worse things. These airport perogies. What the hell were they thinking putting fried cabbage in with the onions. These mutants were more fried ravioli than perogy. Ick. Not a recommendation.
posted by Sheena @ 12:03 PM
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5 Comments:
Surprising that there aren't people sleeping on those benches. You find them curled up in the weirdest places at 03:00.
Sheena,
Back from Peg. Had some great church-made varenyky (Cheese and saurekraut filled). Those ladies make them with love.
pumpernickel
Oh gosh. Some of my happiest memories are of being alone mocking myself.
those perogies look soggy and greasy and inedible
Oh Pumpernickel!
Church lady perogies are the best ever in the whole world. The one justification for organized religion that I wholeheartedly back.
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