More Yale fun today, and because I was stupid enough to leave the top bit of our brewing apparatus back home, I shall be up again tommorrow evening.
Quite sadly, thanks to traffic on I-95, we missed our reservation for luncheon at Mory’s, and so ate at a more than satisfactory Italian place instead. Nothing like penne basilico and a bloody mary on a Saturday afternoon in New Haven, eh?
Nonetheless, Adam and his friend Neer have an exceptional apartment on Park Street in New Haven, just across the street from Yale’s Pierson College. It’s on the top floor, giving it a great view of some gothic towers, and its got some some neo-classical woodwork to boot.
However the best thing of all about the apartment is that the previous owners, for no known reason, left a two-seater choir pew on the fire escape. With misericords and everything, although not ornate. Robert O’Brien would be jealous. So today we dusted the thing off, cleaned it up, and hauled it into the apartment. It fits in perfectly, especially since it blends in with all the woodwork.
I mean really, what luck! I doubt when I move into our flat in Southgait Hall in a few weeks that there will be any random ecclesiastical furnishings lying about from previous occupants. Of course, within a few days of us living there it will no doubt be full of Leon’s army things, Y*****’s art, and my newspapers.
Adam’s filling out his law school applications, and Neer his medical school applications, and it being their last year, I offered to take the choir pew off their hands once the academic year is over. Perhaps then I shall turn my room into a would-be Pluscarden.