I've witnessed people being Massholes while they drive, ride the T, watch (talk through) a movie to name a few scenarios. Tonight however, I'm faced with an entirely new experience that rivals the others.

The 10pm Apartment Move-In

I've often asked myself "Is there anything so mundane that it cannot be Massholified?" Apparently not, as moving into one's apartment now takes its place high on my list of things slathered with a thick, putrid layer of Massholery.

The boy and I have started the search for our next apartment (or rental house, or um...large cardboard box, perhaps). It's more than a little intimidating. We've been in Boston for almost 2 years now, so I could go to school, and he could work :) We found the place we're living in now through a broker, and although the Fens have their charm, let's just say we're looking for something a little less...people throwing up and shrieking below our windows at two in the morning, if you know what I mean. We're not looking for anything fancy, really.