My sister just moved to a new apartment and is now living with her boyfriend. Did you hear that, Birmingham? My YOUNGER sister is ONE STEP AHEAD in the dating / moving in together / getting married / having babies / living happily ever after game. Please take note. Thank you.
Speaking of games, the apartment she moved into is one of those luxury buildings that has a great view of Manhattan without actually being in Manhattan, which I guess is okay for her, but not something I would ever want to do. (That being: live in New York City and have to cross water to get to work.) I had a friend who used to live in that very building, and upon moving in, she was presented a game of Monopoly where each property was named after one of the properties held by the building management. They were proud to be living in the “Park Place” equivalent property (which is still not actually in Manhattan, mind you,) and we wondered if they gave the game out to the folks who moved into the “Baltic Avenue” equivalent property.
Speaking of Monopoly, did you see this funny College Humor post? (Click on the picture for more!)
And while we’re on the subject of Monopoly, is everyone excited that McDonald’s is doing the Monopoly giveaway now? As a kid, this was my absolute favorite time of year, the time that I would collect the little tags off my fast food. I remember having Kentucky and Indiana Ave for the longest time, hoping my next purchase of fries would yield Illinois Ave and millions. As you may guess, some other schmo got the millions. However, I always worried that the lucky game piece might have ended up in the hands of some jerk who only went to McDonald’s once, got the winning game piece, and threw it away, not knowing he or she had the winning ticket. In the back of my mind, I always hoped that winning piece said something like, “don’t throw me away, keep playing, really you really want to keep playing!”
I still hope that, because while driving home from Rhode Island last weekend, I was that jerk. I haven’t been to a McDonald’s and purchased food there since I moved up here to healthy country. But on the way home, we needed some caffeine, stat, so we stopped at a roadside McD’s and bought some sodas. The sodas were large enough to qualify for Monopoly tags, neither of which were instant winners. Since I have no plans to go back to McDonald’s in the next year, I may never know if my “Pacific Avenue*” is just one of millions, or if it is the game-winner. If it is the winning ticket, please don’t let me know, because it’s currently swimming in a sea of ice-diluted Diet Coke in a dumpster somewhere off the side of the highway.
And one last thing. While getting the sodas, Birmingham was kind enough to purchase a pumpkin pie for me (McDonald’s may have won me back with this seasonal choice, if only they had thought to heat it) and an apple pie for himself. While that brings up some delicous memories of childhood, and makes me want to eat more, this website featuring 88 foods that will kill you has much convinced me I’ve done the right thing by sticking with the salad bar.
*It might not have actually been Pacific. It was green, that’s all I remember.