« Bug bits. bleah. | Main | Freud would have a field day with me. »
April 03, 2000
A very domestic weekend.
Are those jackhammers outside, or actually inside my head? I can't really tell -- there are workmen right outside, jackhammering away, but I think I few of them have crept into my skull to do a bit of remodelling. Ow ow ow ow...
This weekend was a good one -- Barry's been so busy lately that we've hardly seen each other, so we made a point of hanging out together for pretty much the whole weekend. We attempted to sleep late, but were woken up at 7 a.m. by our wonderful landlord hammering on the pipes in the basement, directly below our bed. Barry went down and shouted at him (the landlord's excuse was that he didn't think we were home. At 7 a.m. on a Saturday. Hmmm).
After dragging ourselves out of bed and lazing around in our pajamas drinking coffee for an obscene amount of time, we headed over to Cambridge to shop for furniture for the new apartment. We found a couch that reclines (insert Homer Simpson-esque drooling noise here) and a gorgeous sleigh bed frame on closeout, and a set of end tables with a matching coffee table. Shopping for furniture is way too much fun. We wandered around ooohing and aaahing, and laughing at the horrible, tasteless, ugly sculptures and paintings for sale, testing all the couches, and so on for about an hour before settiling down and deciding what we wanted.
On Sunday we went and measured the new living room and bedroom, to make sure all our loot would fit. I'm more convinced than ever that our landlord is an axe murderer or something -- the man is too nice to be real. And his big happy yellow Lab played fetch with Barry. So much fun.
Posted by Mary Ellen at April 3, 2000 12:51 PM