Re-entry shock after just one weekend away? Yes, it is possible. I didn’t even make it all the way to the door before I was enveloped by the aura of affection surrounding the place.... or was that the haze of second hand smoke? Equally comforting. Add to that the chart proclaiming the newly instated shower-with-each-of-your-house-mates challenge, M. looking typically fresh in a low cut women’s shirt, and the cast iron pan of kale and tempeh left over from dinner sitting in the middle of living room left (and yes, it sits there still. mid-morning snack, anyone?), and I knew that I definitely wasn’t in New Jersey anymore.
Granted, we are in the process of re-sterilizing the walls of the second and third floor hallways after last month’s outbreak of artistic fervor fueled by home-made Austin, Texas Vodka. Thankfully, the titty prints in the porn room remain.
Granted, we are in the process of re-sterilizing the walls of the second and third floor hallways after last month’s outbreak of artistic fervor fueled by home-made Austin, Texas Vodka. Thankfully, the titty prints in the porn room remain.
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