Friday, May 22, 2009

Adventures of Living in Yoville

The Yoville Cape Cod house is filled up with furniture now. But she might extend the corners to remodel the rooms into bigger rooms so that she can later add few extras, as needed. The front yard and backyard are now full, with a gazebo, water hose, lawnmower, bbq, picnic table with umbrella, croquet, hammock, some flowers and plants, birdhouse and trellises to welcome friends and strangers alike. She occasionally gets lookieloos to rate her home as she does their homes.
As she stops by the factory to pick up her paycheck, she occasionally runs into a familiar face, and hangs out with that avatar for a while, chatting while earning some extra Yoville bucks at her part time jobs there. After work is done, she decides to join a party at someone's house because she recognizes one male avatar friend there. She hangs out at the modern and huge home, watching the cat and dog play as she chats with strangers and listens to their conversations.
As she saves up Yoville money, she goes shopping at the town stores. She continues to decorate her house as well as buys some new clothes. She gets more gifts as well, a hoodie sweatshirt, a plant, and some flowers.
Censorship in Yoville continues. The nightclub no longer carries alcohol. It has turned into a diner with ordinary snacks. Those damn Yoville Republicans! They have to ruin the fun for everyone. She enjoyed going to the nightclub, late at night, drinking a lot, and swaying back and forth as she walks back to her apartment trying to find her way because everything looked blurry. She would run into another drunk, and they would become instant friends as they walked to the coffee shop to drink some coffee and sober up. The blurriness and swaying suddenly disappeared, and they were back to normal. Even the hangover is gone now. Those good old carefree days, when drunkenness meant partying, socializing and making friends at the local club. And, don't forget the yadda, yadda, yadda, which stands for Yoville cuss words.
But, now, the local hangout is loitering by the apartment building with a crowd of residents, and occasionally hanging out at someone's place, whether in a big group or just one-on-one interaction. Sometimes, she strolls with someone to the beach and hangs out there, then pops back to her apartment patio to relax in her jacuzzi as they chat together and look at the beach.

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