Company is coming tomorrow. My friend Sandy, who has kindly hosted me a number of times, is driving over to spend the night and hang out with me and Kim and Kevie, who are staying near my comic store at a hotel. This is the first time that I have had overnight company that I’m not having sex with since 1998, when Dan crashed on my couch, and I want to make a good impression.
Unfortunately my vacuum, a seven or eight year old beast handed down from my mom, just died, halfway through the apartment. Even worse, I started at the bedroom and was working my way forward, so the living room, where Sandy will spend most of her time, is only half vacuumed. Now I half to figure out a way to get her to only look at the vacuumed half.
Perhaps I could shut the blinds, unscrew the lightbulbs, and only illuminate the apartment through flattering, obscuring candlelight?