A Little DC in Detroit

Last week, two of my dear DC roommates, Chelsea and Melissa, made a pitstop in Dearborn. Chels is moving back home (before moving to London!) and the girls decided to turn it into a mega roadtrip, which we fully endorse. Anyway, we had a delightful brunch and talked about how strange and cool it was that we were all "growing up."

I only lived in DC for the briefest of years, but it was spectacular, thanks mostly to my roommates. I didn't realize that when you graduated college life seriously would get super fun (minus the GRE and applying to grad school). Case in point: who knew that fully grown women could ride around town with the windows down belting out every patriotic song with such abandon? Or that you are allowed to stay up all night and have marathon viewings of TV on DVD? Or that everything was cause for a celebration/dinner party/dance party, with a mandatory theme? I remember my sister asking me if we ever planned a party without a theme. What would life be without the annual Valentine's "Broken-Hearted Pirates" dance party? Nothing, I say. In short, these girls are AMAZING! And they thought we were getting "very domesticated" in our new digs.

With all the pies Warren has been making, they might have a point. Here's a better look at our living room/eating area.

As you can tell, it looks a dwelling any tween would be proud to call her own. All it needs is a little bit of glitter and a few unicorns, and even Lisa Frank will be proud!