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| - I'd driven up to Pittsburgh with some friends for a punk/rock show. That night we lived it up to some raw quality music . Afterwards, since it was around St. Patrick's day we cruised the frat parties - stumbling along the Pitt campus, looking for the most obnoxious partying scene to join - cat fights, flashing, and belligerent green painted guys -all major pluses.
After finding "the one" my friends spent the night attempting to play beer pong with brawny guys. One green beer after another....one high five after another...one spill after another....one "hey, watch those hands" after another.....it all came to a finale - as my friend turned to me - his face matching the color of his beer and nodded. I understood. I grabbed my other friend, and we tripped over cups and half naked girls to the still snow covered ground outside - and painted it with our St. Patrick's day Guinnesses. YUCK. I was done......
The next morning - I was miserable. My friends were already all packed to go, both obviously lacking livers . I was in no such shape. I needed something before I could move, not to mention that all my clothes were ruined from the night before. The guy, who had put us up for the night, also out of laundry - provided some tiny running shorts, and someone lent me some shoes (even my shoes were in horrible shape).
"take these....just go to Primanti's - you'll be fine in a few...." I didn't care what Primanti's was - I just wanted to die. But my friends nodded.
"Yeah jess - get dressed - we're going to go to Primanti's."
And so...reluctantly....I put on an absurd outfit in the middle of freezing winter - white legs and all, and climbed into the car to Primanti's.
I kept on complaining, in between nauseousness that everyone would stare at my outfit in the middle of the winter weather.
"no Permanti's is cool - they've seen everything."
They weren't messing around - within 20 minutes of a slowly eaten - to die for sandwich topped with french fries, fresh coleslaw, hot sauce, provolone cheese, and amazing thinly sliced turkey and Italian Bread....my stomach had settled and I was able to produce a slight smile.
"no lie - this is the best sandwich I've had in awhile...I can't even taste the beer anymore."
And better yet, no one even flinched as I trudged out in my short shorts and clown shoes. Everyone was too engrossed in their sandwiches and discussing their crazy nights to care. Permanti's really is one of the best cure-alls for headache and nausea hell.
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