Sometimes We Remember Bedrooms

Last time, I posted pictures of my birthday extravaganza more than two weeks after it had occurred, and it impossibly caused people to be even more disinterested in the accounting of how that night ended. Freshness -- along with discreet writer's embellishments -- are key when it comes to a good anecdote, so I'm going to pretend the following happened two days ago, rather than more than two weeks ago, which is actually how long ago it all went down.

Two days ago I moved into the new house. It'll be me and three other guys in a four-bedroom house, though at present the other two roommates have yet to move into the Dudeplex. The following are pictures from my first night at the new house.

I had lived without cable for, like, a year and a half. At the old house the only stations that got crystal-clear reception were the Spanish-language ones, which explains why I now have 20-inch rims on my '89 Celica and I'm Catholic and lazy. The first thing I saw when I plugged in the TV was the Pixies on Austin City Limits on PBS. (If you look close, you can see Kim Deal on the TV screen.) Aside from Magnum P.I. on WGN, it would be the only worthwhile thing I've seen on TV since I've had cable. (It's just basic cable here at the Dudeplex, meaning we don't get anything past channel 35. No ESPN, but we do get PAX.)

The door to the left of the TV leads to the bathroom. The attached bathroom is the best thing about my bedroom, at least until I set up a mini-fridge and I go about pretending that I actually live inside a room at a La Quinta Inn.

The rest of my clothes were in trash bags, some of which I think I accidentally threw away. See how I packed some of my stuff in that plastic wastebasket on the closet floor? It wasn't until the next day that I realized it wasn't stuff in there -- it was trash.

Aside from the Xbox controller, I'm seriously considering throwing this mess away and buying replacement cords as they become necessary.

Highlights so far at the new house: there's an old woman who lives two doors down who watches TV in the dark. When we're outside smoking late at night, she stares at us from behind the curtain and we get really scared. Yesterday, Jenn and I ate five cupcakes each.

Of course, you're all invited to come over and hang out and enjoy my attached bathroom.*

*Writer's embellishment.

Posted by john at February 17, 2005 02:22 PM