Thursday, June 24, 2004
Home Sweet Home
Once upon a time, I was dating a nice girl named Shelly Camacho, and I wanted to surprise her by giving her "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" on the night it came out. I planned a sneaky date and made an excuse of going to Border's to "look at house plan books." Potter-mania was all around us, but Shelly was glued to those house plan books. I have never seen her so giddy as the moment when she looked at a plan where, through the master bathroom, through a walk-in closet, was a "secret room." She was underwhelmed when I finally announced that we weren't really there to look at house plan books at all, but to get the Harry Potter book. She'd rather look at house plans.
Which is to say, Shelly really likes houses. So when she came to visit me in DC this weekend (to celebrate Bunker Hill Day), we went out on a walk to see the nice houses in the neighborhood. Sabrina and Lorne (my landlords) had told us that there was an area nearby with fabulous houses, and we thought we had found it. But later Sabrina actually took us to the big-house neighborhood. (The area is such that you can THINK you found the big-house neighborhood and then realize you didn't.) The deeper we got into the area, the more fabulous the houses got. Then, at the end of the drive, on the edge of the river, were two of the most humungous mansions I've ever seen. I can't imagine how much they cost (Sabrina and Lorne's unostentatious house is expensive enough as it is, just based on geography). Shelly, of course, fell in love with one of them, particularly pointing out how it had a big lawn "to play croquet" on.
I think it's interesting that the most important qualities in a house to Shelly are secret rooms and croquet-worthy lawns. Hopefully one day I can give her stuff like that.
Which is to say, Shelly really likes houses. So when she came to visit me in DC this weekend (to celebrate Bunker Hill Day), we went out on a walk to see the nice houses in the neighborhood. Sabrina and Lorne (my landlords) had told us that there was an area nearby with fabulous houses, and we thought we had found it. But later Sabrina actually took us to the big-house neighborhood. (The area is such that you can THINK you found the big-house neighborhood and then realize you didn't.) The deeper we got into the area, the more fabulous the houses got. Then, at the end of the drive, on the edge of the river, were two of the most humungous mansions I've ever seen. I can't imagine how much they cost (Sabrina and Lorne's unostentatious house is expensive enough as it is, just based on geography). Shelly, of course, fell in love with one of them, particularly pointing out how it had a big lawn "to play croquet" on.
I think it's interesting that the most important qualities in a house to Shelly are secret rooms and croquet-worthy lawns. Hopefully one day I can give her stuff like that.
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