At Last

Today a nice man came and set up our phone and internet. No more going to the library or internet cafes to check e-mail. No more having to use cell phone minutes for every single call. Who would have thought I could feel such deep love for Verizon?

We are getting more settled into the Natick FunkHouse every day. We've bought some furniture on Craigslist. We're cooking our own meals, thanks to our ChefMate Kitchen in a Box. We're blocking the train noise at night by closing the windows and turning on a large fan. We've even begun to plan our housewarming party, which will take place at some point in the distant future. We've decided that we will invite all the people we know here, even if we know them only peripherally. This means that the guy who sold us insurance gets an invite. As will the agent who helped us find the FunkHouse. Who needs to intimately know all the people at a party? I remember going to parties in college where I wasn't even sure whose house it was. This last sentence could also read: "Back in my day, we didn't need to know who was throwing the party! We just needed to be able to find it!" Choose your own adventure, people.

I've even devised a game for our theoretical housewarming party: Roll the Bottle. Rather than be irritated by our sloping floors (especially in the dining room) I think it's time to embrace them. The game will consist of 2 people, each with a bottle of beer. The people will simultaneously roll their bottles across the floor, and the person whose bottle gets to the other side first wins. Which means they get to keep their beer and their opponent's beer. Deeper meaning can be added to this game by including beers from different regions. Sam Adams vs. Sierra Nevada comes to mind -- Massachusetts vs. California! Who will win? The excitement never stops here at the FunkHouse.