The Girlfriend was housesitting up in Bel-Air for a couple of nights, and she invited me up to experience the wonder that is a totally ridiculous house that someone could almost get lost in.  The kitchen had 2 dishwashers and a separate freezer and refrigerator that were both built into the walls to look like cabinets, the main living room had a gigantic big-screen TV (sadly not HD) built into the wall with surround sound speakers built into the walls, and I was walking through the house when I first got there, saying, “Oh look, a living room… oh look, another living room… oh look, another living room...” The closet/place-to-get-dressed area off the main bedroom was bigger than my living room.  There was a big in-ground pool next to the in-law house in the backyard.  Suffice it to say, the people who lived there were pretty damn well off.

However, I am glad to be home and in my own apartment again, and it’s not because I missed my HDTV.  Yesterday morning, I told The Girlfriend, “You know, these people are obviously rich and can afford a crapload of nice stuff, especially considering this huge house… so I’m a little surprised they opted for the 1-ply sandpaper toilet paper that you’d usually find in a public restroom.”