What's a trip to Ikea without sampling the exotic Swedish delicacies in the cafeteria. C'mon, don't pretend you're also not interested in finding out what Elderflower juice tastes like! ...over to the new Ikea in Red Hook. Grant was shopping to furnish his new apartment in Soho. New kitchen table and chairs. The next morning I installed the light fixture I'd bought in the living room! Betcha didn't know I was so handy, eh? I spent the next couple of hours in furniture-assemblage hell, finding it hard to believe that just a few hours ago I had been in love with Ikea. Fatty. Relaxing. You know, doing his thing. ...IKEA! Meredith loves herself some Poang, that's for sure. But despite the sorry-ass shape the box was in, it still managed to look decent when I got it all put together. So hey, orange couch. Remember when Fatty and I went to Ikea a few days ago? Well, the couch I'd ordered from them arrived. Sort of. Fatty carrying the last of his Ikea booty to the car. Oh, and to eat some Ikea cafeteria Swedish meatballs. On Thursday evening Fatty and I headed out to the Ikea in Jersey to pick up some fancy, expensive, high-quality Scandinavian furniture. Ok, and a cinnabon. Grant getting jokey at Ikea. Monday after work he, myself and Fatty drove out to New Jersey - they were buying stuff for their new apartments ... 
