The most dreaded day of the week is upon us. Especially when your weekend has been as colorful like mine, Mondays are particularly painful.
My roommate and I had an end of summer party, a little shindig if you will, on Saturday and this is the best photo:
I think it says a lot about that night. Actually there were very few photos taken, but I think you get the idea. We converted a closet door and 4 plastic storage boxes into a pretty badass flip-cup table and had a great turnout. Not so much from my DAM friends, but that’s ok, Ilana and some Tri-Delt friends showed up which was a nice addition to Emily’s friends from work. I was feeling a bit cheeky and invited our neighbors across the way as well (yes, that includes the neighbor who saved me from the squirrel). Overall, I’d say it was a success.
Also, I sold my couches (finally, YAY!) and so our living room is very bare. Here is a secret photo I took out my kitchen window of the guy who bought them:
It did make movie night with our neighbors Collin & Frank (who really isn’t a neighbor because he is crashing on Collin’s couch but that’s just semantics) rather interesting though. Why we didn’t go to their apartment, I have no idea, but we ended up watching the King of California on our floor in sleeping bags.
Oh. And I saw that damn mouse again. 1, 2, and now 3 times it has visited me. What makes it even worse is that no one else ever sees it. I swear I am NOT hallucinating. I still need to tell my landlord about it. meh. mondays.