Wednesday, August 2, 2006
“roasts yes, lasagna no”
its a tough life in the c.u. universe. last night joe little and bk had a rough time of it figuring out how and when to use the convection feature on the stove in their new mansion. seriously…its a viking stove for god’s sake. miss casual must’ve been taking crazy pills when she passed on the chance to live in this new crib. we tried to name it last night but nothing stuck. we at c.u. are referring to it as ‘Real World Irving Park’. if they had a pool table and a confessional like this one it would be ready to go.
i definitely wish i would’ve moved in if only because then i could use c.u. as a confessional for R.W.I.P. like ‘god cho left his socks in the living room again and i have just had it.’ and then photos of the ensuing fight with me throwing dirty socks at cho and then both of us crying and making up and drinking beer on the couch together talking about the war in lebannon. thats what the kids are doing these days right? aren’t we in the trust tree? the nest? cricket, cricket…
we also discussed the house warming party which will be amazing with the deck and the skylit bathrooms and the metal railings and the pink wall. we at c.u. are hoping to run the door with a trusty clipboard and a snotty attitude only letting in v.i.p.’s who know cho’s middle name. (shhh dont tell anyone…its pierre). so look out cause this is definitely the new hangout for this winter. its absurd how much space they have and how brightly colored the walls are. itll be the perfect thing for when frisbee season ends and winter boredom begins. real life reality tv…
and this saturday is supposedly the triathalon. well keep you posted on who ends up in the little, green, skylit winners circle.
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August 2nd, 2006 at 2:43 pm
From the confessional:
So, last night, the asians crash on various couches and cushions in the living room, JL crashes in his room on a futon mattress, and I stay up late doing laundry (in my room!) and setting up my bed in the bed nook. At a certain point after everyone else was asleep, I realize that there is no toilet paper in my marble bathroom. No problem, i know we moved some from the old place. So I go look for it in the pile of stuff in the eating area of the kitchen. And, naturally, it is against the wall. The far wall. Behind stacks of AY’s wardrobe boxes, multiple chairs, KC’s papasan chair (we’ll burn it), a bike, more boxes, and JL’s weeping wall (yet to be hooked into a water line). So I had to move stuff, climb over stuff, break stuff, and throw stuff just to get at the toilet paper.
My point: who the hell would put the toilet paper in the least accessible part of the house?
We could blame RER, but he helped us move, and didn’t even drink much beer, although we almost enacted plan X on 2 occasions. Instead, I’ll just blame it on the heat. Because we decided to move on the HOTTEST DAY OF THE YEAR.
August 2nd, 2006 at 5:35 pm
Rick arrived home sweatier than a pig in a blanket…he told me “I thought we were going to die carrying that TV; they didn’t tell me they lived on the 2nd and 3rd floors!” Can’t wait to see the walls. I hear it’s urban chic…
August 2nd, 2006 at 10:38 pm
Seriously, it was hot, damn hot. All I was thinking about was when EA and I helped BK move out of the southside from a third floor walk up. It was crazy. EA and I were going to throw a/c window units off the the top. Good times.