The Four Rooms

Continuing in suit with the drastic changes in my life, I have recently signed a lease for a one-bedroom apartment and will soon be moving out of the beautiful Arlington home I have shared with my housemates for the last six months. The reasons are evident (see post below regarding farting kittens and sunshine), it is time for me to begin living la vida engineer in a place of my own, with rules of my own. It's probably one of the final crowning touches to my long, purposeful, drunken ambulation towards independence and acquiring the respect of others, and I as a result, I feel the time has come to celebrate.
Thus, Ubernerd and the Bubonic Plague Luncheonette are proud to present...

Tarantino's The Four Rooms: a Housewarming Party

Located in a quaint, quiet neighborhood within walking distance from the T (convenient for that tipsy bunch who feels compelled to try some of the "tasty beverage" because "it's good! It's fucking good!"), the party will feature four rooms of Tarantino delight. From the "witches" in the palatial bathroom to the butcher block and lighter in the kitchen, have no fear that The Four Rooms housewarming party will be a rollicking good time, despite the fact that I am far too poor to afford Cristal for the lot of ye (I will, however, purchase several bottles of champagne, peel the labels off, and affix "Cristal" labels) . The modest accomodations of Chez Moi include my very own balcony poised outside of my kitchen for a scenic view of the street (though no, you may not hurl off this balcony), Le Grand Bog (a bathroom with room to spare, reminiscent of the Men's Biff in Hurl + Swirl's Hospital Mayhem Game), and hopefully, a very modest selection of alcohol which partygoers are welcome to supplement.
Further information and directions will be forthcoming as details are hashed out.

Prepare to be debauched.

Further bulletins as events warrant.