Home, home on the räcka...

And naturally, because he has money and needed to decorate his fabulous new pad, Elan needed to be introduced to the world of Ikea...

Ikea, for those of you who do not know, is an experience. It's sort of like the Disneyland of Swedish interior decorating and design. And it's cheap. Or, at least, each item is affordable-- the trick is to make it out of Ikea's two massive floors of bed, bath and beyond without a cartload of shit you didn't know you needed, and will have to assemble later.

Check out this Yelp-er dude Tony V.'s review (which, by the look on Elan's face at the end of our three-hour stint, is shared by many males):

"Have you ever had an ex-girlfriend or ex-boyfriend that you broke up with a long time ago, but continue to have the hate sex because you don't have anything better or you don't know any better? That's exactly what Ikea is to me. Shopping there is a tension headache inducing swift kick in the balls but I go there every couple of year anyway. Why? I guess I don't know any better. Or I think I can't do any better for the amount of effort and money I'm willing to invest. Just like hate sex with an ex-girlfriend."