Sunday, December 30, 2012

mansion by misterarnie
Late at night, hanging out at iO after a show, someone said, "Arnie, we're going to a mansion. Come on. It's a mansion. You should come. Mansion. Let's go to a mansion. Mansion."

Apparently a young performer was house sitting at a "mansion" and a bunch of people were going there to hang out and just, you know, be in a mansion.

"I was there last night. It's sick. You gotta go to the mansion."

So, in the spirit of doing something different, I went to the mansion. Or, maybe just very big house in the city. When does something classify as a mansion?

I had a few beers and walked around looking at stuff, thinking, "Well, I probably shouldn't be here, but this is interesting." There were autographed sports jerseys on the walls. And two wine cellars with thumb print locks. My favorite part was the Addams Family pinball game. I don't know sports or wine, but I know a good pinball machine when I see it.

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