self-subversive?

excellent. plan avoid-yuppie-lifestyle is well underway.

after a pleasant conversation with a co-worker about her husband and kids, and her laughing about how much more exciting the single life must be, i headed off for work saturday morning. when mb picked me up (raining, no car, etc.) we returned to casa hyde park, which had been brewing a huge gas leak all day. this seemed to explain mb's headache and nausea, i guess... so i called and argued with the building manager for awhile, who finally came up to check out the situation, decided that he personally did not smell any gas, and left. i called the gas company, who in 30 minutes showed up and validated our concerns by saying that they could smell it halfway up the stairs. now having a new connector of some sort, we opened all the windows, turned on the fans, and decided to have that single night on the town my friend had been mentioning. mb made the wise suggestion that since we're leaving hyde park in 2 short weeks, we owe it to the 'hood to spend our evening here. fish and chips at the very deserted pub were good, but memoirs of a geisha was not. that movie is pain heaped with awkwardness complicated by suffering and more pain. an hour in, i poked mb and mentioned that the movie was a little weird. he whispered back that he'd rather be sniffing gas fumes. so back we went, and spent the rest of our most awesome evening in a now gas-fume-free but freezing apartment.

so now things are well-ventilated and everything, and we're getting ready to move soon. (aside: we think the new place should have a name, like the kennedy's "wexford" or something. we're debating between "snootington" and "fancington." any votes?) lest i worry about our immediately fitting in to the new neighborhood and becoming the yuppies that we fear, the place won't look clean or conservative any time soon. when i mentioned that i'd picked up 20+ copies of a local lgbt paper, i didn't mean for packing gifts, i meant for packing our apartment. our granite counters and stainless steel appliances will easily be tempered by the million scantily clad men smiling from the pages of the chicago free press.

even better, mb reminded me that some of our new neighbors are mormons. he's planning the welcoming statement now: "hi, i'm mb and this is my live-in girlfriend. it's great to meet you! hey, would you mind giving me a hand carrying this crate of booze wrapped in soft gay porn?"

we're going to fit right in.