Day 1

Welcome to our blog. Jean & Patricia are settled in their Bay Street apartment, and despite the name of our blog, we're drinking lots of wine. To give you a little background, Jean moved in with her mother in Holden, Massachusetts last March (!) and thankfully, Patricia left her homeland of Lausanne, Switzerland and moved to the area and offered for Jean to move in. So here we both are, a little displaced and lost, in our awesome Bay Street apartment.
And it really is awesome. We have funky furniture from Ikea, we're a block from the Charles River and we can take the bus to the T and end up somewhere in Boston.
Patricia really likes Barack Obama. Jean tried to read his book, but she has ADD and can't get through a book, so Patricia is trying to teach Jean about American politics. Patricia's a big wig at SpringBoost, the athletic shoes designed with Dorsiflexion technology. The heel is lower than the toe. Jean's friends will remember Earth Shoes. Same idea. Jean's "freelancing," and we all know what that means, ie. Jean still doesn't know what the fuck to do with her life. She's hoping Patricia will get rich on SpringBoost and they can start a socially responsible company that does good things for people.
In the meantime, Jean & Patricia have neighbors. Downstairs is a woman who runs a balloon business. Her sister just moved in with her. Her sister is an alcoholic and has brain damage from alcohol consumption. Occasionally she forgets where she lives and comes upstairs late at night and scares the shit out of Patricia and Jean. The other night, she deadbolted the front door so Jean was stuck outside in the cold. But all in all, they're very nice people. Apparently the alcoholic, brain-damaged sister has her MBA from Columbia. Hey, if you're gonna be an alcoholic with brain damage, at least be smart and business-minded.
So here we sit, drinking our wine, while our neighbors downstairs dry out and get rich on balloons.
Check back periodically. We will have exciting stories about the people we meet and the dates we go on, and where we park our cars when the balloon lady blocks us out of the driveway with the big balloon truck. Oh, and how we have to dig our cars out of the snow because the garage is filled with balloons.