Being Shadowed

Here’s another nod to the beauty of Twitter: Jenny, who I know exclusively from tweeting back and forth, asked if she could come stay with Rob and me for a weekend.  Rob had met her previously while on a business trip, through mutual friends.  She lives in Denver, and thought crashing with us for a few days sounded like a good idea for a vacation.

We don’t lead very exciting lives, but she was fine with this.  We putzed around doing what we usually do: having bonfires in the backyard, making dinner, going out for drinks, having brunch, walking the dogs, playing guitar hero, wandering around the neighborhood, visiting the Brooklyn Flea – she even participated in our Sunday ritual of laying around all day doing nothing.  Rob said it was like she was shadowing us, and dubbed her our Brooklintern.

If you’d also like to shadow us, start following me on Twitter, and you, too, can sleep on an air mattress in my office for a few days.  Supposedly, it’s pretty fun, and it gives me an excuse to clean the house. Plus, I make dinner sometimes. Win-win.