Yeah, I knew I couldn't come up with 249 stories. Oh, well. Here are some weird things I found while cleaning out my "closet" (it's really just slanted shelves with a door attached):
- Three posters from when Matt ran the New York marathon in 2005. They said: MFB Holla!; Run, MFB, run!; and just MFB with little hearts all over it. That one was bright pink and mine. Ah, young love.
- Old papers, syllabuses, tests, and quizzes from every Spanish literature class I took in college. Once upon a time, I could write a 10-page paper in Spanish. Based on a 200-page novel that I read. In Spanish.
- About a dozen unfinished crossword puzzles from the Boston Globe, circa 2004. This seems to be a trend.
In a few weeks, I'll be moving to a new apartment. I've only lived in this apartment -- 249 -- since I moved to Brooklyn four and a half years ago, and I'm a bit sentimental about it. I thought maybe over the next few weeks, I'd try to come up with 249 stories about 249. We'll see how it goes. Might as well start now, right?
1. My dad and old neighbor, Bob, move me down to New York. My roommate is at work, but she's told me that a girl named Amanda is working at a video store a few blocks east of my new place, and I can go pick up the keys from her. Amanda moves into our apartment six months later.
2. In 2004, Thursday nights are reserved for watching The OC with Caitlin and Allison. Caitlin stops by our apartment on her way home from her job in Brooklyn to the place way out in Yorkville she shares with her sister. One night, Allison teases me for still owning the large, plastic cups I bought in college. "We're adults now!" she says. It doesn't stop us from eating brownies straight from the baking pan.
3. My college roommates are all in town during the summer of 2006. Kate has also brought her mom. We all manage to fit in beds, couches, and air mattresses, for an entire weekend during 85 degree heat with only our one air conditioner attempting to cool us all off.
4. Kate, Sarah, and Ben visit for a joint November birthday celebration in 2004. I make them walk over the Brooklyn Bridge in 30 degree weather, get them lost in Tribeca, and we finally resort to whisky and English beers at a fratty bar in the East Village in the middle of the afternoon.
5. Caitlin and I make Sunday brunch for Erin, Mark, and Siri when Meghan is still just a few months old. We drink mimosas til 3, and Meghan falls asleep on my chest as we're all talking and laughing the afternoon away.
