divine angst

The apartment is slowly coming together. During yesterday’s Target trip, we bought a baker’s rack, since we have a bigger kitchen than we’ve had in the past and extra kitchen storage is always good. I love it. I have three whole extra shelves! I think the pots and pans are going to live there so I can get to them easily and quickly. I don’t even think I have that much stuff left to unpack in the kitchen, even. Just the pantry.

I know, I’m rambling about the kitchen. But I love my kitchen—it’s spacious, has lots of cabinets, the cabinets are set down from the ceiling, providing even more storage, and it has an actual pantry closet. The fridge is sort of weird, but I can live with that.

We did discover today that our TV is too small for us to have the TV and the couch on opposite walls. So we’ll move the couch into the room and have space for bookshelves behind it. Everything works out so beautifully sometimes!

I’m having trouble remembering that this is Sunday. My days are all mixed up from the drive and not having to go to work. I am NOT complaining, mind you. Just noting.

Mr. Angst, Brother, myself, and W. (Brother’s significant other) found a Terrific Bar tonight. We were walking down the street after dinner and I was bitching about the lack of bars without loud pounding music (we’d passed a few). “Why,” I mused, “have no bars realized the marketability of a nice, semi-quiet place for patrons to have a few drinks while having good conversation?”

And then, we stumbled upon a bar that was quiet, but not deserted, had a full bar, and had a patio out back. We were home. We even had a mild celebrity sighting. Our waitress was friendly and liked us a lot (more due, I am sure to Brother and W. than I, or perhaps just Brother—he’s that kind of guy), and the drinks were nicely priced. Unfortunately, the bar will be difficult to get to on public transportation. Or—we can get to the area on the train, and then walk to the bar, but getting home will be tricky without cabbing it. Cabbing it with four people makes it almost as cheap as the train (if you consider how much a fare properly is, not how much we’ll actually be paying for our student passes), so this might be a place I have to drag my fellow, nearby-living students to, if only for the sake of economy.

Tomorrow’s agenda: must by lightbulbs for all the lamps we desperately need at night, particularly in the bedroom; must finish unpacking the kitchen before I go mad; must find my makeup bag and one pair of jeans, both of which I am concerned I left in a hotel on the way here.