Before I left my apartment Friday evening, I noticed a tweet from @Kurt_Vonnegut (some person who posts a bunch of Vonnegut quotes) that said, “I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.'”
Well, if this weekend wasn’t nice, I don’t know what is.
I won’t do a moment-by-moment recap, but Friday night, I got some friends to accompany me to this haunted house in an attempt to overcome my crippling haunted-house fear. (Which began when I was six years old, but I’ll save that for another pre-Halloween post.) We ended up at Fuglee’s Pub in Easton, which was exactly how it sounded. They sold microwave popcorn and string cheese to eat, and I have never been anywhere smokier. But, hilarious.
And Saturday I participated in the first (and probably last) West Allentown Grub Crawl. We went to nine restaurants. You had to eat at least one bite at each stop, and if you puked, you had to go home. No one did–though I was close during my Wertz’s burger quarter–and we had a nice day of hanging.
These are the weekends I’ll miss when we’re all older and we have things like families to stop us from drinking Manhattans at the Paddock at 11:45 a.m. (Well, Manhattans are gross…so I’ll probably never do that again anyway.) And, these are the weekends I’ll miss if I ever end up in New York City. As Paul pointed out, in NYC, going to a bar like Fuglee’s would be “ironic.” Here, it’s just so Lehigh Valley.
This whole weekend was so Lehigh Valley…a place I’ve grown to love.