Making a home in yuppie-ville...
... is really expensive. Seriously, $4 per bowl and $15 for a cutting board? And don't even get me started on pots and pans (or the rent). Not to mention that I'll only be using these things two out of seven days a week.
Otherwise, I'm moving very well into Cow Hollow/Marina aka yuppie-ville. I just bought an iMode, which will play both my docked iPod as well as radio stations. Unfortunately, the only stations I seem able to pick up are a gay rock station, a classical station, and a classic rock station. The speakers on the thing are tres nice, though.
Mom and I cooked lunch yesterday and set off the smoke detector when we tried to turn the stove/oven on... turns out that the unit hasn't been used for about three years so we just need to let it aerate and burn off the dust first, haha.
But my main task will be to unpack all my boxes and buy any remaining items that I have always taken for granted (note: trash cans).
My neighbors, there are only three units in the entire building and mine is the only one with a direct back door into the shared garden *preens*. The shared garden also has a bit of a concrete porch with *two* gigantic grills and *three* smaller personal grills. The group in the lower unit I haven't met yet, but I know there is at least one girl. The group upstairs consists of one guy and his (adorable) dog living in what should be a 3-bedroom unit. This morning, I did my first load of laundry, and the machines were in the garage. I weaved my way between a BMW SUV (which belongs to the guy upstairs) and an Audi luxury model to get to quite possibly the most idiot-proof machines in existence... you punch in the size and type of your load into a digital display and press a huge green "START" button. Also this morning as I was doing my business in the bathroom, I heard through the wall what sounded like a very enthusiastic reunion between one of the girls in the lower unit and her boyfriend.
Yep, I'm in yuppie-ville alright. If I dye my hair and start wearing pretentious designer clothing, someone please slap me.
Otherwise, I'm moving very well into Cow Hollow/Marina aka yuppie-ville. I just bought an iMode, which will play both my docked iPod as well as radio stations. Unfortunately, the only stations I seem able to pick up are a gay rock station, a classical station, and a classic rock station. The speakers on the thing are tres nice, though.
Mom and I cooked lunch yesterday and set off the smoke detector when we tried to turn the stove/oven on... turns out that the unit hasn't been used for about three years so we just need to let it aerate and burn off the dust first, haha.
But my main task will be to unpack all my boxes and buy any remaining items that I have always taken for granted (note: trash cans).
My neighbors, there are only three units in the entire building and mine is the only one with a direct back door into the shared garden *preens*. The shared garden also has a bit of a concrete porch with *two* gigantic grills and *three* smaller personal grills. The group in the lower unit I haven't met yet, but I know there is at least one girl. The group upstairs consists of one guy and his (adorable) dog living in what should be a 3-bedroom unit. This morning, I did my first load of laundry, and the machines were in the garage. I weaved my way between a BMW SUV (which belongs to the guy upstairs) and an Audi luxury model to get to quite possibly the most idiot-proof machines in existence... you punch in the size and type of your load into a digital display and press a huge green "START" button. Also this morning as I was doing my business in the bathroom, I heard through the wall what sounded like a very enthusiastic reunion between one of the girls in the lower unit and her boyfriend.
Yep, I'm in yuppie-ville alright. If I dye my hair and start wearing pretentious designer clothing, someone please slap me.