Elbow Grease and Pizza

In between some heavy vaccuuming, Swiffering, and dusting, Bev and I enjoyed our first dinner together in our new Charlestown digs. Sure, we didn't have any chairs or table, but leftover pizza (courtesy of Sweet Tomatoes) and salad (drenched in Ken's Italian...the original 17 g of fat kind) has never tasted so good. We love our new place already and we haven't even moved in yet! The place has so much character and charm that we're thrilled. There's tons of closet/storage space -- both walk-in and crawl-in if you can imagine that -- and Hitch has told us he's excited there's a beautiful tree right in front of our living room window. Many more birds will now be hunted in his imagination. We did manage to lock ourselves out for the first time (so many doors, so many locks), but it gave us as good an excuse as any to meet our key-keeping neighbors. If you can believe it, random people on the street even offered to help us with the few boxes we were taking to the front door. This is Boston, of course, so they may have wanted to take our mixing bowls and beer glasses and run...but I doubt it -- they and everyone around Charlestown seem incredibly nice.