I wanna be a grownup

this weekend, I met up with the davester again (twice in two weeks!), who came with theresa in tow. This time, not just to come and visit a city in which he hasn't lived for over three years, but to BUY A HOME in it. wonderful and weird, the life and mind of the dave-a-doodle.

anyways, over pizza and chuckles at mama palma's (maryland crab pizza!), I was convinced to take a peek at the future home of the argentinian ex-pats.

of course, a look at someone else's future home is nothing without taking a peek outside the window of what could be your future condo. this, in case you are wondering, is what it looked like.


then, of course, once you do that, you just have to turn around and take a look at where you'd be sitting while you stare out the window of your future home. especially when the place you'd be sitting has 14-foot ceilings and built-in shelving. this is what that looked like:



it was really difficult not to be sold, especially when your head turned to take in the raised bedroom, complete with walk-in closet. and in fact, I was sold. so much so that I marched myself down to the office to pick up an official portfolio. o, that david! I silently shake my fist at you and your ability to sell it.


all the trappings of the adult world. space! light! crown molding! and hand polished cherry floors.

what's that? o, right. the no job thing. in the words of the deacster. unemployment is a tough guy.

yeah, I'm not going anywhere.