Into the big house

Well I finally did it. I made my break from the homestead and am now living on my own. And own my own I mean with my two lovely roommates Julie and Kate. Ah two lovely ladies you ask. Ah, yes indeed I am continuing the tradition of living with members of the fairer sex. The theme from "Three's Company" is cuing up as you read this.

Last night was the first night in the house and if it was any indicator of things to come: smiles, hilarity and hijinks will ensue. To start it off the girls had a scrumptious meal already on the stove just as I was walking in the door. I imagine that this will not be a daily occurrence, but it was a welcoming feeling. Since we have not had a chance to move a kitchen table or any of our larger end items into the place yet, we casually dined on the kitchen floor seated around a lovely cardboard box, eating our pasta off of paper plates and sipping on lukewarm Diet Coke. A fine first meal.

Not needing any more proof that my life is a sitcom written by two junior hacks, our heat was not working. This was ok because slumber party rules were in effect. Everyone haul your pillows and blankets into Kate's room. Three air mattresses, one electric space heater and one room.... So ghetto, so perfect.

Morning in my new apartment. Cold, not a lot of rest, but happy. Happy to be living on my own and dealing with my own problems. The first problem of the day, the $15 parking ticket that was on all our cars. Advance notice to anyone who wishes to spend the night: NO OVERNIGHT PARKING. Second problem: the hour long commute via bus and Redline. Same amount of time from home, but the people who take the bus are a bit more colorful, shall we say.

All in all a wonderful first night in my very own apartment.