At the tender ages of 22 and 23, we've decided to do what any well-adjusted young adults might--turn our Brooklyn apartment into a playhouse. While we're well underway transforming our bedrooms into a fort and a tea party, respectively, we have much grander ambitions. Ball pits. Trap doors. Water slides.
You tell us.
This is a blog about our journey back to a simpler place. But this time the sleepovers are co-ed and the Clearly Canadians are, clearly, mixed with booze.
Maybe we'll let you come over and play sometime. But please, dress accordingly. And bring Kix.