I wouldn't really count our living arrangements in Cal City as "having our own place" because we were hardly there to own it. Laughlin is different, we got assigned our own house, and except for Xmas/New Year's break and maybe Thanksgiving, we are stuck here in our shweet new home.
My name is above the front door, how tacky awesome is that!
We did our best decorating minimalistically. Gotta thank a few people for the dining room. Thanks to Brian for the table and chairs. Thanks to Shannon and Maxim for the adorable salt and pepper shakers on center display. And thanks to Yan for the bottle of Armenian Kognak.
I don't know if this wall in my study was meant to encourage me or scare the rest of you. That condemned G-suit has my name on it, and no, you can't borrow it for next Friday night.
No more of Andy's handcrafted nasty-ass projector stand. My seat is beneath Darth Vader. Recognize.
Despite the spartan furnishings, we do still get visitors from time to time.
Hyeah, it really was hot outside. 
The Open Road.
