Big Blue

Big Blue...no introduction is really necessary. I tend to assume everyone knows what I'm talking about when I refer to our house, just like 'The Grill', 'Shitlows' or 'Big Dog' (that's a whole other entry). It was an amazingly lucky find, thanks mostly to Terri watching Craigslist like a hawk and our superior negotiation skills. Does it get any better than the corner of Garfield and Wilson?

Big Blue has seen some turnover, but the original ladies include Terri, Kirsten, Angela and myself.

We hosted our first party the 'Big Blue Bash' in the fall, complete with blue boas. It was so cold that we rented an outdoor heater (yes, like the kind they have at restaurants). Check out that action shot!


This was only the beginning of the many parties, bbqs and shindigs to follow...


We got more creative and hosted 'Toga for Terri' when we lost our first Big Blue Lady to her hometown of Pittsburgh. The theme of this party was a cross between Greek Games and Animal House.


We welcomed Carly (aka Car Car) from sunny San Diego and she has taught us a whole new dialect that includes phrases like 'whatv', 'i heart you', and lots of other abbrevs.

Kirsten was next to move out when she married our honorary roomie (Lee), but only down the block (I still secretly consider her a roommate).


Sam, the cheese shop gal joined the house, but didn't stay long enough when Oregon offered a great opportunity. And no, we still haven't found Hammy the Hampster.

Big Blue's most recent major event was the 'Big Blue Christmas Ball' (note the coordinated blue outfits).

Laura-Lu is last to live in the 'newbie' slanted, tiny room at Big Blue. Now that her LSAT studying is over, we hope to see her more!

We also hope to make our next house event an entry into one of Clarendon's parades. Ang and I are convinced we'll become the Golden Girls of Clarendon and never let go of this sweet location (and she is already much like Betty White, 'Rose').

Big Blue does have her endearing quirks though, like the tiny bathroom that you have to put your feet in the tub in order to use the toilet, the sounds of bottles clanking at all hours of the night from the restaurant next door, and the scary garage that is held up with one piece of plywood...but we wouldn't trade it for any other spot, especially with such a great landlord.