Champagne

Champagne, champagne, champagne. Maybe it's growing up in the village (or Alaska in general), but I've never drank champagne before. It seems so mysterious, and high class. Something you'd drink at a benefit ball, or something you'd expect Bruce Wayne to show up at. So, for me, I associate chapagne with special occasions, basically. Well, special occasions and high society, but like I said, this is Alaska, so we only have special occasions (and those usually aren't especially special).

This may not be special for most other people, but it's definitley special for me. So, I have champage stashed away for the big night. The first night. My first night. In my new place. (Well, OUR place, if Emily's reading. And she's pretty much the only person who reads this, sooo...) That's right, I'm starting to grow up, and finally getting out. Not that living with my parents is awful, but really, I refuse to be the "failure to launch" guy. I'm independant, I think a lot of people will tell you that. (Or am I incredibly DEpendant? I can never remember...)

It surprises me that we've already done so much. We've got the deposit on the place already- it's ours as soon as we get the 1st months rent together (and by "we" I mean "me", since Emily already paid for the deposit). Am I scared? Yeah. A little. I mean, this is a big step. But I'm mostly just excited, and optimistic. I think me and Emily work well together. You'd think our personalities would clash, but they actually just compliment eachother. We're like Will&Grace (except she's the gay man, and I'm the jew).

All in all, I'm counting down till Friday. Three days of work, and then payday, and then apartment-time. Hoo-rah.