Day 2: a Cambridge Sofa

I’m pretty drunk so I’ll try to keep this short. I should also reconsider the time in which I make my posts. Perhaps posting right before I sleep isn’t the best idea.

Today was quite eventful. I woke up to find out that right next to my motel there’s a model ship kit store:

One day, when I grow up, I’ll build model ships. It seems like a real cool hobbie. besides the kits they also sell tools and books for building model ships. sooooo cool…..

I drove on the Maine turnpike, making two stops - one to eat a burger, and one to call lady B, who’s supposed to take care of our internships in Paris, and is doing a terrible job. She said she talked to the dude in the consulate, and he promised an answer by the afternoon. needless to say, he never gave an answer.

I arrived to our place in Central Square, Cambridge, in the late afternoon, and called our landlady. She asked if we emptied the apartment, and I replied that the sofa that was here when we moved in is still here. She insisted that the sofa should be removed. After fighting with her for a while I realized that I have to find a solution to this damn sofa, which turned out to be  a real pain in the ass - nobody wants to deal with old furniture if it’s not in perfect condition. The salvation army, MIT furniture exchange, the Media Lab community, the MIT computer science community - nobody wants to deal with a sofa. A fellow Israeli from the Media Lab offered assistance, and we’ll see tomorrow how that turns out (stay tuned), but that still means I will leave for Maryland only later tomorrow. well, whatever.

I then went to the Muddy Charles, MIT’s notorious pub, to meet Sharly. I first met Sharly, a post-doc physicist in MIT, right as I arrived to Cambridge, and he immediately became one of my favorite people. Not only is he kind and funny, he’s unbelievably musically talented. He brought along a friend, another Israeli named Avi  (also bald, like me, Sharly, and the rest of our Israeli gang) and together we demolished three pints of the Sam Summer ale.

I returned to the apartment, talked to Julia on the phone, and proceeded to Hi-Fi Pizza, where the pizza is a bizarre combination of  really low quality, really low price, and amazing taste.

And now, I shall collapse. stay tuned.