Ha! Great story! And, may I add: much more romantic than my guess.AlpacaRoom wrote: Ha! Well, the first apartment my wife and I moved into was in desperate need of a paintjob, and we were on a budget. It had a spare bedroom that I used as a studio that I could just about cover with one gallon of paint, so I picked up a can from the hardware store's "reject" pile--paints they'd mixed that people decided they didn't want--for $5. The name of the color was "Alpaca," which I thought was sort of funny, so the studio became known as the Alpaca Room. We're not in that apartment anymore, but I've still got a goofy picture of an alpaca hanging up in the studio.
-Nick
