I’m completely moved out of the apartment and now am officially residing back in Papillion with my parents.  This move seemed to be more emotional than moves of the past, but it was also a lot more significant.  This apartment was my last ever bachelor pad.  Never again will I live with a group of guys and break out in random games of quarters for “Ladle Ball” (A game in which a ping pong ball is wailed out of a ladle and you try to catch it).  No more Christmas trees decorated with Victoria’s Secret models.  No more underwear lamp.  I was struck with particular nostalgia as I retired that lamp last week.  I’ll leave out the details, but it involves the game “ring of fire”…  That lamp will never have skanky women’s underwear draped over it again.  Unless I can talk Tara into haning her delicates over it to dry…

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