Roomies

We moved into Marc and Alana's place on Wednesday. We piled our somehow massive amount of stuff* into their hallway and settled into our designated futon in our own sweet bedroom with bathroom (excellent). We plugged in our computers (there are now six computers in the living room, a feature that makes Kane, Marc, and me all so proud) and are happily eating Malana food, showering in Malana water, and powering our gadgets with Malana electricity.

I'm not sure about them, but I'm having an excellent time. It's great to have fun room mates, especially when you're not around long enough to get sick of each other! We buy them dinner and they let us take their master bedroom, use all their crap, and generally crowd their house way too much. We certainly got the better end of this bargain.

This week Kane and I have been mostly fussing online (emails, travel stuff, general screwing around), running errands (close this bank account but open this one, redirect mail, dentist, etc) and sorting our crap. We've been going out to nice dinners and basically doing stuff that's not work.

Last night we finally cemented our friendship by attending a cheesy theater restaurant show that we've been meaning to do for months: Witches in Britches**. The place was decked out like a sale at Spirit Halloween store*** and featured a mediocre-to-bad diner-style dinner, a ridiculously silly show loosely based on witches but more focused on crude jokes and less-than-talented renditions of contemporary pop songs. Just writing about it fills my nostrils with the scent of fog machine. The silver lining? A) It was so bad it was good, and B) the tickets were half price. An excellent way to spend a Friday night, for sure.

Here's the best self-taken picture ever, from our Witches in Britches adventure:

*How we amassed this amount of stuff is beyond me. We had a furnished apartment for goodness sake! I am aware that my bag of bags isn't helping, I do know that...(but what if we need more bags?)
**More commonly known amongst the four of us as Witches 'N Bitches. It's only two letters away, they had to see it coming.
***Do you see those rad Star Trek costumes on their web page? I gotta get me one of those. I want one with pants though - no stupid mini skirt!