On Thursday I took Jeff to see the new apartment I’m (we’re) moving into in July. I’d only seen it once back in October and I couldn’t remember enough specific details to adequately describe it to him.

There’s been a fear in the back of my mind that Jeff would think the place was too small and wouldn’t want to move in with me. Shortly after we entered the apartment and the current Hall Director started giving us a tour, Jeff’s jaw dropped and didn’t shut until I pulled him aside and asked him what he thought. Fortunately Jeff was quite taken with the place. I, on the other hand, had not previously seen the amazingly small bathroom. Still, there’s tons of closet space, nice wood floors, a hook-up for a washer/dryer in the kitchen, and neat architectural details like a fireplace, fancy grill work outside the window, and great ceiling moulding.

Afterwards, we walked up to one of our favorite restaurants, Chat ‘N Chew, to celebrate the fab apartment. They seemed to be having a fork shortage — as soon as we sat down, the next table asked to borrow Jeff’s fork because they were short one. Then they gave us back one from another adjacent table. Then the waiter came and confiscated our forks for another table. When he brought us back forks with our food, Jeff’s was dirty and was immediately replaced. Then, they took our forks with our plates and had to bring us back forks with our blueberry crumble. All told, there were 8 forks on our table throughout the meal.