For the third time in under a year, I have a new place to call “home.” Moved into my Crystal City apartment Sunday where I joined two other persons in our three-bedroom apartment. My room is a decent size, the living room is very spacious, and it’s extremely affordable. I even have a reasonable view.
Went to Ikea with my parents (who needed a lamp) to shop for furniture for my new place. Got a desk chair, a chest, a night table, and a set of dining room chairs (the previous set in the apt are falling apart). So far the chest and the DR chairs are successfully assembled. In a few weeks I’ll re-assess the situation; perhaps a foosball table is in order.
When I was showing my ‘rents the place, we ate dinner at the Pentagon City mall. Upon entering I was immediately distracted by these two kids swinging ping-pong paddles in a rhythmic fashion. Upon a closer inspection I found them staring at a TV and playing “virtual ping pong.” I quickly declare “I got winner,” and then force the winner (he’s around 7) to stay and play me. Perhaps “force” is too strong a word: convince. I convinced him to play me. In either case, he did play me, and kicked my butt pretty well (21-16). Determined not to be embarrassed by a second-grader ever again (in the field of virtual ping pong), I walked away from the kiosk with a bag in my hand and $50 fewer on my credit limit.
While I almost universally refrain from impulse shopping, apparently I like losing even less.