Where's Nate?

living large in the four-oh-eight. wicked large.


just me and an ironing board.

I arrived in Ann Arbor early Friday afternoon and set the land speed record for a laden homo sapien carrying twice his bodyweight into a second floor walk-up. Mother Nature was cooperating, too. It was only 90+ with 70% humidity. So the heat index was the same as my body temperature. Nice.

Nob Hill, my apartment complex (and favorite grocery store back in Silicon Valley), is a charming little place. In other words, I have a half-butt kitchen, pink tile in the bathtub, and no air conditioning. But it's all about location in a crazy college town, and I'm a short walk to the B-school and stumbling distance from the downtown watering holes.

Since I arrived with (almost) nothing, I headed to the local (air-conditioned) Meijer. This place is like Target on Raffy Palmeiro-sized 'roids. Not only did it have the housewares, but groceries, too.

Did I mention that I'm on a severe budget for the next couple of years? So I'm pretty brand-agnostic when it comes to food. Meijer-branded cereal, here I come! Included in the list of generic items I bought yesterday: pickles, salsa, bread, salad dressing, dish soap, hand soap, paper goods, and cheddar cheese. Oh, and cola. So long, Coke.

One final rave about Meijer: Bove's pasta sauce, the best on the planet, is shipped in from Vermont. OK, maybe I can splurge a bit.


  • At 11:43 PM, Blogger Joanna said…

    Meijer! Ok Nate, the correct way to say it is Meijer's. Not sure what Meijer's is possessive of, but you DON'T want to find out. Welcome to the scary world of 24-hour flourecent light madness.


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