The apartment is not yet finished, but it now looks as though a person lives here, rather than a hobo.*
Pictures of the furnished apartment will follow, but for now, enjoy the following 2 series.
Series 1: Furniture Assembly Machine
Because I was alone in my apartment at 9:30 pm on a Saturday night, when the furniture was delivered (I'm not upset by that--who would want to spend their Saturday night sitting on my air mattress with me? I didn't even want to be there) I had the joy of assembling it by myself. Furniture is heavy. And awkward. And noisy, when you drop it on the floor.
Series 2: Ferragosto
Little Italy's annual festival was today, and so Jess and I ventured out into the rain to bump elbows with strange people, try raw oysters, sample Italian pastries, and watch children dance in the streets.
Notes:
* Fine. Hobos are people, too.
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