after the after party

after every party we throw, our apartment experiences a hangover that can last more than two weeks. sure, there's the obvious stuff, like 3 bins of recyclables, dirty dishes, and the mud that gets tracked in... but there's also the little easter eggs that are harder to find. maybe someone smoked cigarettes in your room and put them out in a coffee cup. maybe someone did drugs in your bed, and you don't find the paraphernalia until the next time you do laundry. maybe someone assembled a cookie and cake sandwich, put it in a bowl filled with edamame shells, and then stuck that behind a speaker...

hangovers

apparently we lifted the ban on smoking indoors. on tuesday woke to a smoggy living room covered in a fine coating of crushed up popcorn, several empty bottles of whiskey, enough beer bottles to keep our homeless lady fed for a week and lots and lots of cups and mugs filled with cigarette butts. that's a dora the explorer paper cup filled with ashes and cigarette slime. the floor has been mopped and the makeshift ashtrays thrown away or washed, but there is still the faint smell of chain smoker.

trash day

and we forgot to bring out the barrels