I recently moved into a new apartment. I’m living in Brooklyn now with my friends Jeff and Julia. We moved out here about three weeks ago. Jeff and I are both coming from studio apartments and Julia is coming from a dorm, so we’re pretty short in the furniture department. Being in Brooklyn means we can afford more space, and right now the only thing occupying our kitchen/dining room/living room is a couch, a trunk and a stool.

I have been to tons of thrift stores around the city looking for chairs, tables, bookcases, coffee tables and TV stands with no luck. So this weekend when we went home for Father’s Day Jeff and I resolved to spend time finding furniture for our apartment. The vintage stores in Connecticut, we were sure, would prove to have a wider slection and hopefully be cheaper.

A lot of things happened in between then and now but I guess my point is that Jeff and I aren’t ready to be responsible for shit like this, as we are returning with a Ping Pong table, a basketball and a Vortex.

I’m equal parts proud and embarrassed to say that these things were not my first immature purchase of the week.