Some weekends, I just really love Pittsburgh. Last night, we celebrated the release of Unicorn Mountain’s new anthology, The Black Forest, at the Warhol. Edited/curated by Boyfriend, the collection of art, comics and folk tales is simply magical. There’s something incredibly creepy and breath-defyingly beautiful about this package of words and images. I’ve got one of the dozen or so leather-and-wood handbound editions on my coffee table, but the softcover is available to you at $29.99.

Then today I SAW MAGGIE GYLLENHAAL at Whole Foods. She’s in town filming some mothers-make-a-difference-at-a-school movie with Viola Davis and Holly Hunter (so my kind of flick). Secretary is one of my favorite movies of all time, so it took every ounce of restraint not to pester Maggie (stunning with no makeup, messy hair and a loose sundress) while she was checking out with her cherubic, pigtailed daughter and, yes — how cute? — her mother. They loaded their watermelon and fresh flowers into the trunk of some totally nondescript Dodge rental sedan (“Oooh, we should have gotten steak,” Maggie remarked at the register), and then I floated over to Mellon’s dog park to eat my pesto ‘n’ roasted veggie sandwich and ogle the pups. Tonight’s ragtag bunch of friendly canines included THREE WHEATEN TERRIERS. See that dog below? Gus? Wheatie. Remember my dearly beloved Mackie? Wheatie. I am obsessed with this breed. I truly believe there is no cuter creature. Three Wheatens was the pinnacle of delight.

Life is not perfect. At times it straight up blows. So sometimes we deserve weekends full of high heels, chick lit in the sunshine, Bloody Marys, puppies and celebrity spottings.