well,last night after we arrived, i resigned myself to a boring evening of unpacking the elitist jeep, doing laundry, and cleaning out cobwebs. i was pleasantly surprised when tyler returned from one of his unloading trips to say that his friend, max, wanted us to go to dinner with him RIGHT NOW. yay, sweet relief! we went to the local italian place, paisans. i had basil chicken, tyler had a grinder (he is grinder boy), and max had calamari and shrimp diablo...funny for a student at yale theological seminary. he's going to be a congregationalist minister. but hey, MOM....HE SAYS THE F-BOMB...A LOT. he's a fun guy and he really tells a story much like our own stanley burgoyne...he reminds me a lot of stanley actually. so i laughed all night. then he came back to the apt and had a beer with us. so it was wonderful...i didn't really have to unpack at all. yay!