world´s ugliest sofa, but also the world´s ugliest sofa´s matching footstool, loveseat, and chair. How cool is that?
On Saturday, the roommates and I had a housewarming party to introduce Chester to the rest of the world. The theme was "obnoxious Andean tourist" and llama motifs were highly encouraged. Best party theme EVER.
So far, we haven´t really spent a whole lot of time in our little apartment. If you looked in our refrigerator, you´d never know that 3 people live there. We have, however, had time to pick up on all the personality quirks it has, besides Chester, of course. First of all, the house if pretty much made out of glass. I haven´t really been there during the day all that much, but it´s nice and sunny, and has a nice greenhouse effect to keep it warm. (There´s no such thing as heated homes here in South America, and it does get cold at night here in the mountains.) The wall of my bedroom that connects it to the living room, however, is also all windows. I have a curtain, but it´s only a matter of time before I start getting too lazy to close the curtain every time I want to change my clothes. The wall that seperates my room from Jake´s room is nothing more than a piece of plywood. I can hear him yawn. And roll over. The art on the walls is classic. I have a creepy Jesus picture in my room, and a Tiny Tunes light fixture on the ceiling. Jake has a picture of an irredescent (American) suburban home, and his light fixture features Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck. Alayne somehow avoided the crazy artwork.
But the quirkiest room in the house is most definitely the bathroom. First of all, Peruvian plumbing leaves a lot to be desired. Toilet paper is not to be flushed down the toilet. (This is a very hard habit to break. It´s just natural that you throw the toilet paper down the toilet when you´re done with it!) Our toilet won´t actually turn off unless you open the lid and turn it off yourself. The sink faucet likes to turn itself on at random when no one is around. I don´t know if we need a ghost hunter or a plumber. And the shower is hot when it wants to be, but that´s not a situation unique to our apartment.
We do, however, have a nice little patch of grass with rosebushes and a laundry sink. (Yes, I did my own laundry by hand, then hung it up to dry on the clothes lines. It was very idyllic. I also realized what insanely bright underwear and socks I have. Not exactly conspicuous.) Someday I hope to have time to sit there in the sun with a book. Maybe next week?
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