10 September 2002

in other news, i offered my apartment up for a meeting of grown-up-types. talk about anxiety producing. in an apartment walk-through last night, i determined that while it is a reasonably 'adult' apartment, the food i serve will make or break meeting-goers' impressions of me. serve sophisticated food and no one will notice the faded and torn tapestry hanging over the t.v., the ragtag collection of furniture, and the sparse rental-white walls. maybe caviar would do it?


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