We wrap up our 27-part series on college moving-in with a pictorial essay.
Z-man has a single room this year. It is a jack-and-jill setup with another room with two guys in it (and you have not heard funny until you overhear two manly-man voices in the next room discussing not football, but creme fraiche and the delectibleness of blueberry crumble).
Anyway, they share a bathroom and a little kitchenette thingy. Perfect for three culinary students, no? Cooking gourmet feasts for each other?
Which, I'm sure, TOTALLY explains why I bought Z-man peanut butter, Sugar Smacks, pudding cups and, of course, a zillion packages of ramen at the grocery store Monday night.
Ah, well, he'll be eating pretty well anyway. Dorm food at a culinary school is -- ahem -- not like the dorm food that I remember. And the food lab students feed each other lunch. The poor dear was served chateaubriand and other high-fallutin' dishes last year.
Wait, now. Didn't I say I was doing a pictorial?? Guess I just can't stop talking when I start ...
Yes, it's a bare room. And check out that fabulous lumpy mattress!
Omigod, there is SO much stuff. And you can't really see all of it.
The boy unpacks. What a multi-talented creature he is!
The walls are still bare (solution coming soon) but everything is off the floor. We'll see how long THAT lasts.
Let us not forget that this is the messiest child I have. Drama King gives him a run for his money, but I think the Z'ster is the actual winner. I'm guessing the dresser will vomit everything out by the end of the week.
Thank you all for your hugs and good wishes both here and on Plurk, as my baby boy flies from the nest yet again.