AN ENDLESS STRING OF TRAGEDIES
ABSTRACT
I'm procrastinating, so you get my weekend wrap-up post on Monday, like most normal people do. Lucky you! It's all tragic, and I say "balls", and talk about the seaborne arch-enemy of an unknown insect protagonist. I don't have my iPod with me! This deserves a paragraph of belly-aching. Also I don't know how to spell "Zoul." Does anyone? The History Department owes me money! I will pick it up tomorrow I think because I am broke. The weather is hot, which I like, but it makes breathing, like, effortful. WTF? Proof against intelligent design. Friday there was packing and Taco Bell and somehow I start talking about Charlie Brown movies. Saturday there was moving. NO ONE I KNOW IS EVER ALLOWED TO RENT FROM U-HAUL AGAIN. EVER. Also: Legal opinion sought. Later Saturday there was drinking and then more drinking and then awkward conversation. Then Sunday there was hangovers!!! But not for me, and then painting and then moving and then Noodle and then the TONYS!!! Which were horrible and tragic, like you'd expect, only MORESO. And now I get to leave work early! But I should do some work before I go, I GUESS, so, yay. You are all jealous. OOH LOOK, SHINY!
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Hello.
I am at work and was really productive on Frid- I mean, Thursday, which is my Friday, at least for the time being, who knows how much longer, so of course now that it's Monday it's time for me to sit around and lalala make sure I have a lot to do later in the week. The concept of pacing oneself is entirely lost on me, as you may all have noticed. Anyway I am SO chock-full of stories and tidbits that I know you all can't live without that I just feel the need to update you all even though I normally don't update on Mondays because I'm too busy catching up with my box people, as I realized just this morning when I was catching up with my box people whom I haven't talked to since Thursday. And I should tell you all these fabulous stories of my weekend before I forget them all, which I will. I think I already have forgotten some of them. Good times. NO WAIT not good times, because my weekend was a series of UNENDING TRAGEDIES. Okay, that's a total lie, but it certainly was a monstrous pain in my ASS and while I'm happy the weekend is over (how often do you hear anyone say that? Except for like people that work on weekends like air traffic controllers and park rangers and, like, service dogs) this week is STILL going to suck and I'm not at all pleased by the whole still moving thing, which I am still doing, and the having to paint thing, which blows donkey balls. I said "balls" (well, and there were other words around it, too, but I don't remember what they were) at one point last night and it really really made cmshaw laugh and laugh and I was kind of bemused because while it was funny I didn't think it was that funny, but then again I barely know my own humor strength. Can you imagine that some people have posts that aren't this long and tell you all about their weekends, and I haven't even started yet? Can you furthremore believe that I used to write papers that people called "smart" and "concise"? INSANITY MANATEE. Who, I've decided (not deicided, which is something best left to Nietzsche), is going to be the new arch-nemesis of the little known and under-appreciated hero of kids books Incognito Mosquito whom you all have probably never heard of and whom I have never read, but my brother (malibonobo) owned a book starring him once and I liked the name so I remember it, even though I remember nothing about it other than the picture of the Mosquito in a trench coat and glasses which is SO not incognito especially in the weather today since it is ten billion degrees and more humid than the Swamp Thing's underarm at mile ten of a marathon. In any event, how incognito could a six-foot tall mosquito be? And how would he fight the INSANE crimes of a creature that lives underwater and spends the majority of his time getting run over by speed boats? The mind reels. Nay, boggles.
The biggest tragedy in the entire universe right now is that I don't have my iPod with me here at work. HMOG!! HOW AM I TO SURVIVE THE UNENDING DAYS?!? Well, okay, I've made it so far so it's not like I'm going to DIE, and there was a time in my life where I didn't have access to music every single second of my work day, although that was back in the old days at the other office where I had an office-mate and there was more noise happening around me so it was easier to deal with and now the silence is like deafening. I actually remembered that I had forgotten my iPod shortly after I left the building this morning so it would only have been a matter of minutes to go back and pick it up but THEN I remembered that I had packed my headphones and actually have no idea where they are (this is also the case with my belts, which is why I'm not wearing one today much to my eternal chagrin) so I couldn't use them on the Metro! So I kept walking and only after I had actually entered the Metro station did it occur to me that I still would have been able to use it at my desk. I mean, I have the charger here, just not the iPod. Hi. Lame. The only benefit of this is that okay, see, so the battery for the iPod is less than a full work day so I have the charger with me in my bag and I use it during the day so I don't ever have to stop but (and I'm pretty sure I've talked about this before) the charger is too bulky to fit into the socket behind my desk so I have to use the socket on the other side of the room, which means stepping over the cord every time I in- or egress. No such problem today! Although it should be noted that I in- and egress my office approximately 2.1 times per day so this is small comfort. So I keep trying to push the little button to make the noises happen but THERE IS NO BUTTON. Only Zoul. How do you spell Zoul? I've seen it spelled like a thousand ways over the years but I like "Zoul" best so I stick with it, but I'll happily switch if I'm wrong. Well, I'll probably complain about it, but I will switch, and then become snobby about it. I guess I could go to IMDB, nut, nah.
So, yes! I moved this weekend. It SUCKED. Friday was spent packing and trying to finish a game which I did not do so I had to restart when I unplugged the PS2, and I also went to the University because I think I have a check there! But there was no one in the office and no indication if/when the person would be back (this was at like 2:00 in the afternoon, so WTF? WHORES) but I've just now called them and my check is there! And I have to go pick it up because HMOG am I broke. I mean, not like destitue broke and I think I can survive until my next paycheck on what I have in the bank, but I only think that, so the amount I have waiting in this check, whatever it is (between $220 and $450; I don't know if it's a full month or a half month or what), will be very welcome.
HMOG I just went outside to get lunch and okay I love heat and I love sun but JAY-ZUS. It was so bright and sunny that my eyes were actually watering and it is SO EFFING HUMID that it requires effort to breathe. It's really pretty uncomfortable. It was strange when I walked into the place where I got my lunch and I was all, like, wow, breathing is so much EASIER in here! So I took a bunch of deep breaths just to revel in how easy it was to breathe. I don't know why it doesn't occur to people that they're not meant to live where BREATHING is HARD.
Lalala. The move. Right. Friday and I packed and then I went and picked up White Shirt and we went and had Taco Bell! It was YOOMAY. I heart Taco Bell, although I'm pretty much sated on it for the next like three or four months (or I might just be saying that because I just ate lunch I don't know). And then we came back and I had promised him that I wasn't going to make him like do any actual work but that he should come over that night and spend the night because we wanted to get an early start on the morning and since he doesn't have a car it would be a pain in the ass to actually go get him on the other side of Old Town and blah blah so right, he came over and he helped us pack MORE which was awesome, and he taught me how to wrap things like glasses, which he was totally good at, and I was all, Look! I made a mess! Because that's what I do, and then I also packed up like a bunch of my stuff from college which I suppose I could get rid of, but it reminds me of back in the day when I was smart so I like to have it for sentimental reasons (which--the phrase, I mean--totally reminds me of Bon Voyage Charlie Brown because of when Snoopy goes to that bar in downtown wherever they are France and that song comes on the jukebox and Snoopy CRIES and CRIES and CRIES and I have no idea why, I assume he's drunk. The Dell commercial with the guy walking out of the airport also reminds me of this fine piece of American cinema. I think this is the one where Marcie and Peppermint Patty have one of my favorite exchanges of all time:
PP: Psst, Marcie! What did you put down for number (two? four? five? I forget. It's a single digit)?
M: Six times twelve is seventy-two.
PP: Seventy-two?! I put down "green"!
M: "Green"?! Why did you put down "green"?
[Okay, everybody now]
PP: I THOUGHT IT WAS A TRICK QUESTION!
Although that might also be in Race for Your Life, Charlie Brown, which is way less violent than you would think--or hope--from the title.
So, right, package, and then I woke up early and went down to meet cmshaw so we could go pick up the truck!
WHICH THEY DID NOT HAVE. The asshole at U-Haul made up some cock-and-bull story about how the reservation was for Thursday, which would be retarded, and the man had been as asshole to the person in front and the person behind, and seriously. It was annoying and horrifying and bascically, not only will U-haul never ever get my business again, but I hope none of the rest of you either. I made the reservation, it was called and confirmed, I show up and there's no equipment. HUH. Plus there is a $5 non-refundable service fee for the internet booking, which, seriously, I need a legal opinion, can I challenge that with the bank? Since there was no service actually rendered? When we called the people who had made the reservation (it was an agency, apparently? Not U-Haul corporate, which is what I thought) they were like, Oh, we have your reservation for Monday! Which is totaly crap, because, obviously, and also, if you recall from just a few sentences ago, the actual rental location thought that it had been for Thursday. So either one or the both of you are making shit up. Anyway. Can I challenege this? I want to know. Not that $5 is a lot, but it's $5 that those assholes do not deserve to have.
Anyway, THANK GOD there was a Budget truck rental place that had a truck available (last one! WHEW) that was more expensive, but, hey! You know, actually had the truck, and the guy there was nice but kind of bizarro and was very forthcoming about his personal finances, tell me (and cmshaw, who was there for all of this) how he was trying to get enough in debt to declare bankruptcy because he was like $30k in debt, and I was like, hahaha, sucker, don't even ask me about my student loans, but then again I don't rent trucks for a living, so, snap but I didn't actually say any of this at the time because he still hadn't given me the key to the truck. And then we got in the truck and drove it to the apartment. It was now just about noon, and we had reserved the elevator from noon to four.
Of course when I got there the bitches who had the elevator from eight to noon were not finished with it. So we had to wait while they finished their slow-asses up (I mean, we did more work, and moved things to the elevator, but it was all kinds of annoying) and then we had to figure out how to maneuver the truck into the space for loading because there was an Allied Moving Van blocking off part of the entrance to the loading area and it was JUST wide enough to fit the truck in, and then I had to move and swivel and jog and blah blah this 15-foot truck in what was like a 17-foot space and turn it around these four poles and I did it! Although I was a nervous wreck at the end. White Shirt was a total hero because he was doing all the directing and I couldn't have done it with out him and I seriously didn't think it was possible but we did it! Together! Wow this just got sickening.
And then we loaded the truck (TOOK FOREVER) and then we drove to the new place and then unloaded the truck (FOREVER AGAIN, saying which has now lodged that song from Manhattan Melodies in my head) and then put basically everything in the living room and then returned the truck and HMOG I mean what a PAIN in the ASS and because of all the moving and crap I ended up having to miss the CURLING BANQUET which would be bad enough but I AM ON THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS. This is not something I should really be missing. Anyway, fun was had by most if not all at the banquet, I am told, and we have three new directors! Possibly four. I hope four, because then cmshaw will be on the board, which she totally deserves, more than that other person. Who I'm not talking about. Anyway.
MY ETERNAL LOVE AND GRATITUDE TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE:
White Shirt, cmshaw, thyesc, White Shirt's friend K, indydc, (US)MC, and kronemab
Seriously all of you made the move infinitely less painful for jgesteve and I, and no matter what we have done to try to make it up to you, nothing can compare to the favor that you did for us, so thank you thank you thank you thank you.
After that part of the day, White Shirt, indydc, jgesteve and I went to Chili's for margaritas a dinner, and then we went to Remington's for drinks and singing. There were met up with EP and NB and (US)MC and girlfromsouth and had a blast screaming at the karaoke and then drinking and White Shirt was trying to teach me how to dance? And those of you who know me know that when I don't want to learn something I am exceptionally good at making my performance look incompetent so I won't have to do it again? And that's what I was doing. I'm sure I could learn to two-step if I tried, or even cared to, but I don't, and drunken White shirt was just going on and on about it. It was cute, but I swear if I have to listen to "I'm a Slave 4 U" one more time I'm going to be ill. What was he telling me to do? "Grab the rhythm." WTF? I'm not very poetic, but. I mean. Come on. AAAAAAAAAAAAAnyway. It was funny. And then there was another one of those on the back porch drunk at 4AM (I wasn't drunk, he was) conversations and. Anyway. It's been food for thought and I don't know what to do/think/feel/whatever about. DOG. CRATE. PROCESSING. I think maybe only the Pancakers will get what that means. If any of them read this. DO ANY OF YOU STILL READ THIS?!?! (Does anyone? Except White Shirt, whom I don't think knows about this, and I don't think I want him to know. So.) Okay then.
Sunnnnnnnnnnnday...White Shirt was whiny and sore and complaining and it was silly and cute and then I'm like, but I have shit to do so I went to Loews and bought primer and painting supplies and then went to the olds place and primed a couple walls and then made a few trips back and forth to the new place bringing over boxes and suitcases and toiletries and electronics and whatnot. I need to hook up the CD player to make sure that none of the CDs were jarred loose in transit because they're not in there very solidly and it would SUCK to have to get it repaired, although worth it because I love the thing. Still haven't actually unpacked although the bed got assembled and put together and is in the new room and I like it. I mean, it's not as big, but the apartment is nice and I like the layout and I like my new, a little more cozy, space, and I really like having good friends in the building as my neighbors, so that's pretty awesome. And then we went to Noodles with cmshaw and then we came home and made a half-hearted attempt at doing shit but NOOOOOOOO, we ended up going down to indydc's and watching the Tonys.
Tonys: TRAGIQUE. I mean, terrible. Simply terrible. Bad timing, bad direction, bad presentation, and the shows they were highlighting were just all-around not all that good. IMO. It seems. Certainly none of the songs were very memorable. I'm glad Spamalot won because my sense of the absurd is so ridiculously over-developed, but it's not like I have anything invested in the Tonys. The duet between Hugh Jackman and Aretha Franklin was TERRIBLE. I mean, HORRIBLE. Aretha is just not meant for Broadway singing, I guess, because she was all over the place, which made Hugh also sound bad (and he somehow sings with an accent? That was strange, I tell you what) and in any event the song was "Somewhere" from West Side Story which I loathe. So. Tonys: F--. We decided that I was going to make it big on Broadway doing a show where I do a funny voice and have my ass read the phone book aloud, and have James Earl Jones and Kathleen Turner be my page turners. Or else have the two of them do a dramatic reading of my LJ. And then we had a good laugh trying to imagine James Earl Jones saying OMGBLAHBIISBSLLOOTRGGF. Highlights: Christina Applgate's (prat) fall, and that one girl in that one show going "THAT STATUE IS COMPLETELY NAKED!!!" which totally made me har.
And now it is Monday and the deafening slience that is my lack of iPod continues unabated. HORRORS. Furthermore I've had this window open now for about four hours and I think it's time I got back to work. Not that I haven't been doing things in the meantime, like get lunch and blah blah, it didn't take me four hours of straight typing to do this. But I think I should maybe do this. One of the advantages of the move, at least today, was that I set my alarm back 20 minutes to 7:30 so I could give myself a little extra time if I needed it getting to work today and as it turns out I so don't because I got here before 9:00 AM, which is true insanity (MANATEE), but means that I get to blow this stand which purveys frozen fruit-juice flavored treats on a stick at, like 4:45. Which is in just over an hour. Where the hell did the day go? Why is time moving so quickly? Not that I mind at work, but, hi. I am sure I will regret having asked this question later in the week.
MAYBE I WILL DO A CROSSWORD PUZZLE!!! That's like work, right?
I'm procrastinating, so you get my weekend wrap-up post on Monday, like most normal people do. Lucky you! It's all tragic, and I say "balls", and talk about the seaborne arch-enemy of an unknown insect protagonist. I don't have my iPod with me! This deserves a paragraph of belly-aching. Also I don't know how to spell "Zoul." Does anyone? The History Department owes me money! I will pick it up tomorrow I think because I am broke. The weather is hot, which I like, but it makes breathing, like, effortful. WTF? Proof against intelligent design. Friday there was packing and Taco Bell and somehow I start talking about Charlie Brown movies. Saturday there was moving. NO ONE I KNOW IS EVER ALLOWED TO RENT FROM U-HAUL AGAIN. EVER. Also: Legal opinion sought. Later Saturday there was drinking and then more drinking and then awkward conversation. Then Sunday there was hangovers!!! But not for me, and then painting and then moving and then Noodle and then the TONYS!!! Which were horrible and tragic, like you'd expect, only MORESO. And now I get to leave work early! But I should do some work before I go, I GUESS, so, yay. You are all jealous. OOH LOOK, SHINY!
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Hello.
I am at work and was really productive on Frid- I mean, Thursday, which is my Friday, at least for the time being, who knows how much longer, so of course now that it's Monday it's time for me to sit around and lalala make sure I have a lot to do later in the week. The concept of pacing oneself is entirely lost on me, as you may all have noticed. Anyway I am SO chock-full of stories and tidbits that I know you all can't live without that I just feel the need to update you all even though I normally don't update on Mondays because I'm too busy catching up with my box people, as I realized just this morning when I was catching up with my box people whom I haven't talked to since Thursday. And I should tell you all these fabulous stories of my weekend before I forget them all, which I will. I think I already have forgotten some of them. Good times. NO WAIT not good times, because my weekend was a series of UNENDING TRAGEDIES. Okay, that's a total lie, but it certainly was a monstrous pain in my ASS and while I'm happy the weekend is over (how often do you hear anyone say that? Except for like people that work on weekends like air traffic controllers and park rangers and, like, service dogs) this week is STILL going to suck and I'm not at all pleased by the whole still moving thing, which I am still doing, and the having to paint thing, which blows donkey balls. I said "balls" (well, and there were other words around it, too, but I don't remember what they were) at one point last night and it really really made cmshaw laugh and laugh and I was kind of bemused because while it was funny I didn't think it was that funny, but then again I barely know my own humor strength. Can you imagine that some people have posts that aren't this long and tell you all about their weekends, and I haven't even started yet? Can you furthremore believe that I used to write papers that people called "smart" and "concise"? INSANITY MANATEE. Who, I've decided (not deicided, which is something best left to Nietzsche), is going to be the new arch-nemesis of the little known and under-appreciated hero of kids books Incognito Mosquito whom you all have probably never heard of and whom I have never read, but my brother (malibonobo) owned a book starring him once and I liked the name so I remember it, even though I remember nothing about it other than the picture of the Mosquito in a trench coat and glasses which is SO not incognito especially in the weather today since it is ten billion degrees and more humid than the Swamp Thing's underarm at mile ten of a marathon. In any event, how incognito could a six-foot tall mosquito be? And how would he fight the INSANE crimes of a creature that lives underwater and spends the majority of his time getting run over by speed boats? The mind reels. Nay, boggles.
The biggest tragedy in the entire universe right now is that I don't have my iPod with me here at work. HMOG!! HOW AM I TO SURVIVE THE UNENDING DAYS?!? Well, okay, I've made it so far so it's not like I'm going to DIE, and there was a time in my life where I didn't have access to music every single second of my work day, although that was back in the old days at the other office where I had an office-mate and there was more noise happening around me so it was easier to deal with and now the silence is like deafening. I actually remembered that I had forgotten my iPod shortly after I left the building this morning so it would only have been a matter of minutes to go back and pick it up but THEN I remembered that I had packed my headphones and actually have no idea where they are (this is also the case with my belts, which is why I'm not wearing one today much to my eternal chagrin) so I couldn't use them on the Metro! So I kept walking and only after I had actually entered the Metro station did it occur to me that I still would have been able to use it at my desk. I mean, I have the charger here, just not the iPod. Hi. Lame. The only benefit of this is that okay, see, so the battery for the iPod is less than a full work day so I have the charger with me in my bag and I use it during the day so I don't ever have to stop but (and I'm pretty sure I've talked about this before) the charger is too bulky to fit into the socket behind my desk so I have to use the socket on the other side of the room, which means stepping over the cord every time I in- or egress. No such problem today! Although it should be noted that I in- and egress my office approximately 2.1 times per day so this is small comfort. So I keep trying to push the little button to make the noises happen but THERE IS NO BUTTON. Only Zoul. How do you spell Zoul? I've seen it spelled like a thousand ways over the years but I like "Zoul" best so I stick with it, but I'll happily switch if I'm wrong. Well, I'll probably complain about it, but I will switch, and then become snobby about it. I guess I could go to IMDB, nut, nah.
So, yes! I moved this weekend. It SUCKED. Friday was spent packing and trying to finish a game which I did not do so I had to restart when I unplugged the PS2, and I also went to the University because I think I have a check there! But there was no one in the office and no indication if/when the person would be back (this was at like 2:00 in the afternoon, so WTF? WHORES) but I've just now called them and my check is there! And I have to go pick it up because HMOG am I broke. I mean, not like destitue broke and I think I can survive until my next paycheck on what I have in the bank, but I only think that, so the amount I have waiting in this check, whatever it is (between $220 and $450; I don't know if it's a full month or a half month or what), will be very welcome.
HMOG I just went outside to get lunch and okay I love heat and I love sun but JAY-ZUS. It was so bright and sunny that my eyes were actually watering and it is SO EFFING HUMID that it requires effort to breathe. It's really pretty uncomfortable. It was strange when I walked into the place where I got my lunch and I was all, like, wow, breathing is so much EASIER in here! So I took a bunch of deep breaths just to revel in how easy it was to breathe. I don't know why it doesn't occur to people that they're not meant to live where BREATHING is HARD.
Lalala. The move. Right. Friday and I packed and then I went and picked up White Shirt and we went and had Taco Bell! It was YOOMAY. I heart Taco Bell, although I'm pretty much sated on it for the next like three or four months (or I might just be saying that because I just ate lunch I don't know). And then we came back and I had promised him that I wasn't going to make him like do any actual work but that he should come over that night and spend the night because we wanted to get an early start on the morning and since he doesn't have a car it would be a pain in the ass to actually go get him on the other side of Old Town and blah blah so right, he came over and he helped us pack MORE which was awesome, and he taught me how to wrap things like glasses, which he was totally good at, and I was all, Look! I made a mess! Because that's what I do, and then I also packed up like a bunch of my stuff from college which I suppose I could get rid of, but it reminds me of back in the day when I was smart so I like to have it for sentimental reasons (which--the phrase, I mean--totally reminds me of Bon Voyage Charlie Brown because of when Snoopy goes to that bar in downtown wherever they are France and that song comes on the jukebox and Snoopy CRIES and CRIES and CRIES and I have no idea why, I assume he's drunk. The Dell commercial with the guy walking out of the airport also reminds me of this fine piece of American cinema. I think this is the one where Marcie and Peppermint Patty have one of my favorite exchanges of all time:
PP: Psst, Marcie! What did you put down for number (two? four? five? I forget. It's a single digit)?
M: Six times twelve is seventy-two.
PP: Seventy-two?! I put down "green"!
M: "Green"?! Why did you put down "green"?
[Okay, everybody now]
PP: I THOUGHT IT WAS A TRICK QUESTION!
Although that might also be in Race for Your Life, Charlie Brown, which is way less violent than you would think--or hope--from the title.
So, right, package, and then I woke up early and went down to meet cmshaw so we could go pick up the truck!
WHICH THEY DID NOT HAVE. The asshole at U-Haul made up some cock-and-bull story about how the reservation was for Thursday, which would be retarded, and the man had been as asshole to the person in front and the person behind, and seriously. It was annoying and horrifying and bascically, not only will U-haul never ever get my business again, but I hope none of the rest of you either. I made the reservation, it was called and confirmed, I show up and there's no equipment. HUH. Plus there is a $5 non-refundable service fee for the internet booking, which, seriously, I need a legal opinion, can I challenge that with the bank? Since there was no service actually rendered? When we called the people who had made the reservation (it was an agency, apparently? Not U-Haul corporate, which is what I thought) they were like, Oh, we have your reservation for Monday! Which is totaly crap, because, obviously, and also, if you recall from just a few sentences ago, the actual rental location thought that it had been for Thursday. So either one or the both of you are making shit up. Anyway. Can I challenege this? I want to know. Not that $5 is a lot, but it's $5 that those assholes do not deserve to have.
Anyway, THANK GOD there was a Budget truck rental place that had a truck available (last one! WHEW) that was more expensive, but, hey! You know, actually had the truck, and the guy there was nice but kind of bizarro and was very forthcoming about his personal finances, tell me (and cmshaw, who was there for all of this) how he was trying to get enough in debt to declare bankruptcy because he was like $30k in debt, and I was like, hahaha, sucker, don't even ask me about my student loans, but then again I don't rent trucks for a living, so, snap but I didn't actually say any of this at the time because he still hadn't given me the key to the truck. And then we got in the truck and drove it to the apartment. It was now just about noon, and we had reserved the elevator from noon to four.
Of course when I got there the bitches who had the elevator from eight to noon were not finished with it. So we had to wait while they finished their slow-asses up (I mean, we did more work, and moved things to the elevator, but it was all kinds of annoying) and then we had to figure out how to maneuver the truck into the space for loading because there was an Allied Moving Van blocking off part of the entrance to the loading area and it was JUST wide enough to fit the truck in, and then I had to move and swivel and jog and blah blah this 15-foot truck in what was like a 17-foot space and turn it around these four poles and I did it! Although I was a nervous wreck at the end. White Shirt was a total hero because he was doing all the directing and I couldn't have done it with out him and I seriously didn't think it was possible but we did it! Together! Wow this just got sickening.
And then we loaded the truck (TOOK FOREVER) and then we drove to the new place and then unloaded the truck (FOREVER AGAIN, saying which has now lodged that song from Manhattan Melodies in my head) and then put basically everything in the living room and then returned the truck and HMOG I mean what a PAIN in the ASS and because of all the moving and crap I ended up having to miss the CURLING BANQUET which would be bad enough but I AM ON THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS. This is not something I should really be missing. Anyway, fun was had by most if not all at the banquet, I am told, and we have three new directors! Possibly four. I hope four, because then cmshaw will be on the board, which she totally deserves, more than that other person. Who I'm not talking about. Anyway.
MY ETERNAL LOVE AND GRATITUDE TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE:
White Shirt, cmshaw, thyesc, White Shirt's friend K, indydc, (US)MC, and kronemab
Seriously all of you made the move infinitely less painful for jgesteve and I, and no matter what we have done to try to make it up to you, nothing can compare to the favor that you did for us, so thank you thank you thank you thank you.
After that part of the day, White Shirt, indydc, jgesteve and I went to Chili's for margaritas a dinner, and then we went to Remington's for drinks and singing. There were met up with EP and NB and (US)MC and girlfromsouth and had a blast screaming at the karaoke and then drinking and White Shirt was trying to teach me how to dance? And those of you who know me know that when I don't want to learn something I am exceptionally good at making my performance look incompetent so I won't have to do it again? And that's what I was doing. I'm sure I could learn to two-step if I tried, or even cared to, but I don't, and drunken White shirt was just going on and on about it. It was cute, but I swear if I have to listen to "I'm a Slave 4 U" one more time I'm going to be ill. What was he telling me to do? "Grab the rhythm." WTF? I'm not very poetic, but. I mean. Come on. AAAAAAAAAAAAAnyway. It was funny. And then there was another one of those on the back porch drunk at 4AM (I wasn't drunk, he was) conversations and. Anyway. It's been food for thought and I don't know what to do/think/feel/whatever about. DOG. CRATE. PROCESSING. I think maybe only the Pancakers will get what that means. If any of them read this. DO ANY OF YOU STILL READ THIS?!?! (Does anyone? Except White Shirt, whom I don't think knows about this, and I don't think I want him to know. So.) Okay then.
Sunnnnnnnnnnnday...White Shirt was whiny and sore and complaining and it was silly and cute and then I'm like, but I have shit to do so I went to Loews and bought primer and painting supplies and then went to the olds place and primed a couple walls and then made a few trips back and forth to the new place bringing over boxes and suitcases and toiletries and electronics and whatnot. I need to hook up the CD player to make sure that none of the CDs were jarred loose in transit because they're not in there very solidly and it would SUCK to have to get it repaired, although worth it because I love the thing. Still haven't actually unpacked although the bed got assembled and put together and is in the new room and I like it. I mean, it's not as big, but the apartment is nice and I like the layout and I like my new, a little more cozy, space, and I really like having good friends in the building as my neighbors, so that's pretty awesome. And then we went to Noodles with cmshaw and then we came home and made a half-hearted attempt at doing shit but NOOOOOOOO, we ended up going down to indydc's and watching the Tonys.
Tonys: TRAGIQUE. I mean, terrible. Simply terrible. Bad timing, bad direction, bad presentation, and the shows they were highlighting were just all-around not all that good. IMO. It seems. Certainly none of the songs were very memorable. I'm glad Spamalot won because my sense of the absurd is so ridiculously over-developed, but it's not like I have anything invested in the Tonys. The duet between Hugh Jackman and Aretha Franklin was TERRIBLE. I mean, HORRIBLE. Aretha is just not meant for Broadway singing, I guess, because she was all over the place, which made Hugh also sound bad (and he somehow sings with an accent? That was strange, I tell you what) and in any event the song was "Somewhere" from West Side Story which I loathe. So. Tonys: F--. We decided that I was going to make it big on Broadway doing a show where I do a funny voice and have my ass read the phone book aloud, and have James Earl Jones and Kathleen Turner be my page turners. Or else have the two of them do a dramatic reading of my LJ. And then we had a good laugh trying to imagine James Earl Jones saying OMGBLAHBIISBSLLOOTRGGF. Highlights: Christina Applgate's (prat) fall, and that one girl in that one show going "THAT STATUE IS COMPLETELY NAKED!!!" which totally made me har.
And now it is Monday and the deafening slience that is my lack of iPod continues unabated. HORRORS. Furthermore I've had this window open now for about four hours and I think it's time I got back to work. Not that I haven't been doing things in the meantime, like get lunch and blah blah, it didn't take me four hours of straight typing to do this. But I think I should maybe do this. One of the advantages of the move, at least today, was that I set my alarm back 20 minutes to 7:30 so I could give myself a little extra time if I needed it getting to work today and as it turns out I so don't because I got here before 9:00 AM, which is true insanity (MANATEE), but means that I get to blow this stand which purveys frozen fruit-juice flavored treats on a stick at, like 4:45. Which is in just over an hour. Where the hell did the day go? Why is time moving so quickly? Not that I mind at work, but, hi. I am sure I will regret having asked this question later in the week.
MAYBE I WILL DO A CROSSWORD PUZZLE!!! That's like work, right?