As I was pulling out of my apartment complex this morning, I noticed two guys standing near the exit. One of them approached my car with a small brown bag. I opened my window and he handed me the paper bag, saying, "Here, breakfast is on Ridgewood! I hope everything is going all right with your stay." I told him it was and proceeded on my way to work. Breakfast consists of a juice box, Nutter Butters, and a granola bar. But can I just say that my initial reaction was, "Wow, I love this place! I should stay here another year!" Which I will, seeing how we just renewed our lease, so will be at Ridgewood through May 2005. I'm so easy. Clearly the way to my heart is through my stomach.
Current song in my head:
"Moments in the Woods" from Into the Woods