While I may have embraced the man cave lifestyle, I have not exactly been quick to show off my humble bachelor pad just yet (call me crazy but I figured I should probably wait until the visitor in question at least had a chair to sit on and glass to drink from). I let one friend come up a week after I moved in while she waited for me to finish getting ready for the bar, and god bless her soul she lied to me the whole time telling me how cute everything was (I'd like to thank the $5 bottle of CVS wine for those complements). However, all visitors (and by all I mean 2) have not been so embracing of the situation.
A few nights ago, I went to see a friend perform his comedy act downtown. Afterwards, since I lived in the area, I invited him back to hang out for a little. Now, due to the fact that I had more whiskey than sense in me at the time, I forgot that the man cave wasn't exactly ready for visitors, but I figured I was dealing with a dude. Dudes don't realize or care about things like that, right? I mean to them, an apartment is an apartment, a bed is a bed, and any decoration that doesn't involve a picture of Scarface or a playboy bunny is a waste of money and wall space. . . ummmm, not so much, as I quickly discovered.
Before we even set foot inside of the apartment, I heard the words "Oh my god" muffled between slight chuckles. He then proceeded to give me a lecture on the Walmart futon I was using to sleep on and about how a bed is something you use everyday for multiple activities and an entity which really merits investment in a quality piece of furniture. Woops. I wound up telling him that I had a real bed being delivered soon to shut him up. . .that was a lie. I'm sorry I'm not sorry that instead, I do have a pair of the cutest little lace up booties on the way! Which stands to reason why the walk in closet is the one decorated room in the apartment.
I mean, looking back in hindsight, I should have put 2 and 2 together. I had been to his apartment before and unlike my man cave, he had more of a man hut. Not quite the man palace, but definitely a few steps up from the man cave. I mean, for christ sakes the man had a vacuum and a rug cleaning machine ( I mean, in comparison to my place I was impressed that he had furniture period but I figured you guys might need a little more convincing). My visit even came complete with a cup of hot cocoa. I might as well have checked into the four seasons. Now, while the man cave is far from being a "home" just yet, it is not like I am living like a complete dude. I mean, I can still vividly remember, and I kid you not, waking up my sophomore year of college on an air mattress on the floor in the midst of a true man cave. I sat up to see what time it is, and to my surprise found the air mattress acting as an island in the middle of a huge body of water.What's worse is, when I began shaking him furiusly to let him know a pipe must have burst or something, he told me to calm down and go back to sleep, that they had had that problem for weeks and would maybe eventually fix it, but for now as long as they wore shoes it wasn't that big of a deal. Ladies and Gentleman I swear I speak the truth. I mean I may not own a vacuum (or even a rug to vacuum just yet) but at least I know I won't be floating away in the middle of the night! Plus, I did wind up upgrading slightly and making the hot cocoa investment for the cave. Even so, I think a little trip to Ikea may be required before I introduce anyone else to the cave of manliness.
Before we even set foot inside of the apartment, I heard the words "Oh my god" muffled between slight chuckles. He then proceeded to give me a lecture on the Walmart futon I was using to sleep on and about how a bed is something you use everyday for multiple activities and an entity which really merits investment in a quality piece of furniture. Woops. I wound up telling him that I had a real bed being delivered soon to shut him up. . .that was a lie. I'm sorry I'm not sorry that instead, I do have a pair of the cutest little lace up booties on the way! Which stands to reason why the walk in closet is the one decorated room in the apartment.
I mean, looking back in hindsight, I should have put 2 and 2 together. I had been to his apartment before and unlike my man cave, he had more of a man hut. Not quite the man palace, but definitely a few steps up from the man cave. I mean, for christ sakes the man had a vacuum and a rug cleaning machine ( I mean, in comparison to my place I was impressed that he had furniture period but I figured you guys might need a little more convincing). My visit even came complete with a cup of hot cocoa. I might as well have checked into the four seasons. Now, while the man cave is far from being a "home" just yet, it is not like I am living like a complete dude. I mean, I can still vividly remember, and I kid you not, waking up my sophomore year of college on an air mattress on the floor in the midst of a true man cave. I sat up to see what time it is, and to my surprise found the air mattress acting as an island in the middle of a huge body of water.What's worse is, when I began shaking him furiusly to let him know a pipe must have burst or something, he told me to calm down and go back to sleep, that they had had that problem for weeks and would maybe eventually fix it, but for now as long as they wore shoes it wasn't that big of a deal. Ladies and Gentleman I swear I speak the truth. I mean I may not own a vacuum (or even a rug to vacuum just yet) but at least I know I won't be floating away in the middle of the night! Plus, I did wind up upgrading slightly and making the hot cocoa investment for the cave. Even so, I think a little trip to Ikea may be required before I introduce anyone else to the cave of manliness.
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