The booty lounge

That's right. Tonight I write to you from the ***the booty lounge.*** You you heard me. The Booty Lounge! That's my apartment's nickname -- or what the realtor calls it anyway. I didn't ask why. I'm trying not to think about the fact that someone else lived in it before me and had anything to do with "booty". Blech. (BTW, note to self, buy clorox wipes pronto.)

Anyway, it is by far the coolest crib I've ever occupied. I'm equating this vibe to the same feeling a woman gets when she puts on some high heels and some serious lipstick. Which, now that I think about it -- given that I still possess a full stick of Estee Lauder "true red" that I bought for a Y2K party -- is probably not a bad thing for me to be inspired by. Take a look...

Haahaha. It couldn't be farther from the work-in-progress-house-in-the-burbs thing I've got going on in the midwest. It's so fun.
Check out the virtual tour.