This past weekend I went to a place in Shadyside called Weather Permitting. When my friend first invited me, my roommate Mindi and I thought he left out a sentence telling us what the place was called, but alas, it is in fact called Weather Permitting. We laughed. You probably had to be there.
For those of you who know about the Shadyside neighborhood in Pittsburgh, this place is not as fancy as you would think. No one had on pearls and their Sunday best, promise. I didn’t even shower that day and wasn’t sent to wash off rocks with the other gremlins who don’t make six figures. Weather Permitting holds weekly outdoor concerts at the Shadyside Nursery. It is all ages and completely family friendly. I had no clue this place existed. There are a few games like giant Jenga set up outside of the gates next to local food trucks that rotate with each event. Through the gates is a nice sized lawn with a wooden stage set up where local bands play. My friend’s bluegrass band, The Shelf Life String Band, played Sunday along with The Armadillos and Moran & Masudi.
There were beards everywhere. It was on the brink of being a hipster’s paradise, but didn’t quite cross over into that circle of hell. I was also introduced to a game called Stump. I would prefer it be called Log, but no one asked me, for which, I am hurt. We walked into the lot and my name was hollered from a stump with nails in it and told to play. YOU GUYS, I was terrified. Nothing like having to hold your beer (which was $10 all you can drink from a different local brewery each week, biatches) in one hand and flip a hammer with the other, catch it, and then try to hammer someone else’s nail into the stump to get them out without readjusting your placement on the hammer. My left arm was drunk from spills and I was drunk with POWER! The more games that went on the more obsessed I became with it. There is something about hitting a hammer at something as hard as you can that is therapeutic as shit. I need to set one up in my backyard for the bad days.
I.AM.THOR. Look at these bearded pals, Mike and Danny (from the Bastard Bearded Irishmen) with his $5 sunglasses.
Photo cred: Mindi Harkless
Food trucks finally are taking their position in the spot light in the Burgh and Sunday we had the pleasure of choosing from PGH Street Foods, Burgh Bites Truck, and Pop Stop <— POPSICLES. I need to find out when the Pierogi Truck is coming, hijack it, and eat my weight in homemade Polish puffs of heaven.
The last few weekends I have been discovering hidden gems in my city and loving every minute of it. I highly recommend you doing the same in your town. Let me know about what you love and what you’ve found. Now I need a pierogi. Viva La Pittsburgh!
Currently Listening: Selwyn Birchwood- Don’t Call No Ambulance