"Wrong-Season" Ale

I was supposed to hang with a friend of mine today and was really looking forward to blowing off some steam, but the friend had to flake.  I figured since we were going to meet up for beer, I should at least have beer, even if I'm missing the friend part.  So here I am, enjoying some Tremont Summer Ale -- wrong season, I know, but it's tasty, and it was on sale (that's right, because it was left over from the previous season).

I worked for much of yesterday, so I really got only 1 day of weekend :(  Trying to recharge and get ready for the new week!

Night of Stars!

Photo from Boston.com.

K and I went to see the Boston Ballet's season premiere last night, and it really exceeded all expectations.  The performance was a mixed bill that showed for one night only and included both classical and more contemporary dance pieces.  For the most part, the dancing was excellent.  I was disappointed only by the male dancers in two of the traditional classical pieces: Sleeping Beauty and Paquita.  But the rest was wonderful, and K really enjoyed it as well.  I think the variety of short pieces was more interesting for him that one long classical ballet :)  I was really disappointed by the turnout, though; a large part of the balcony was empty, even though they had been selling half-price tickets and also student rush tickets ($20).  I wish more people had come out to support the company!  

One roommate gained, one roommate lost.

Boyfriend K and I made a weekend trip to NYC this past weekend to visit his sister.  It was a great time, and I liked hanging out with his sister.  She showed us around and helped us make the most out of our 1.5 days there.  Fun!  Photos to follow in the near future.  But, that is not the subject of this entry...

When K and I came back on Sunday night, I discovered that I now have a roommate in that empty bedroom in my 2-bedroom apartment.  Her name is roommate A :)  Roommate A is a 35-year-old Italian architect from Venice.  She is very cool.  We've gotten to chat quite a bit over the last couple days because boyfriend K is away on business till tonight.  So that's my 'roommate gained'.

Now, my 'roommate lost' actually has to do with roommate A.  So roommate A was cleaning around the apartment today while I was at work, and she found that we have a third roommate -- Moshe! She found Moshe the Mouse hanging out under some stuff in the living room and drove him out of the apartment with a broom!  One roommate lost!  However, the question remains -- how did Moshe get in here?  He or some friends of his might be able to get back in, and the legitimate inhabitants of this apartment don't want that.  We had an exterminator come in last week and 'do stuff' that apparently didn't quite work, because Moshe remained in the apartment.  The exterminator is coming back tomorrow.  Maybe I'll suggest the sugary peanut butter bait (thanks for the helpful comment).

BTW, in response to some comments/emails I've received -- no, I am not kidding about saving the mouse droppings!  I wanted evidence.  The exterminator agreed that it was what I thought it was -- isn't it a good thing that I had proof?  That's a rhetorical question :)

That's my story for now.  I had one of those days where I had to deal with lots annoying issues that kept me from actually doing scientific work, and roommate A clearly had a tough day (finding Moshe and then cleaning the apartment and such), so we each had a bottle of some good ale I got last week as we watched (and are still watching) the debate.  I'm not hearing anything new over the first debate... anyway, that's all for today.

Poo

Mouse poo, that is.  That's right.  I thought that perhaps Moshe the Mouse was gone from my life. However, I have found twice now little black things that look like the feces of a rodent.  "Where?" you ask.  Great question.  On the bottom of my dish rack, that's where!  How unsanitary is that !? I have no idea how a mouse could get up there, on my counter, with no apparent structure on which he could climb.  It's so hard for me to believe that a mouse got up there, so I am hoping that I have misdiagnosed the dark droppings, but I am saving them for any further testing that my landlord might want to do. Gross.  That's all I have to say for now.  Going to complain to landlord C right now and demand an exterminator, because Moshe appears to be too smart for the glue trap.  Damn city mice.