Last Weekend in Sunset Park
I wanted to make this a much longer entry, but now it's past my bedtime and I can't really go into detail on everything I'd like to. But I will write what I can.
Alison and I are excited that we were able to get tickets at the cheap cheap student rate of $20 (instead of $60) for the upcoming Stephin Merritt opera based on the life and works of Hans Christian Anderson being premiered by the Metropolitan Opera. Any fans of Merritt or his many groups, namely the Magnetic Fields, should check it out. We're going on Saturday, July 30 if anyone wants to make an event of it.
After getting tickets, we walked across Broadway from Lincoln Center and went to Bed Bath and Beyond and it made us so optimistic about our new apartment that we'll be in by this time next week. I have, for the last nine months or so, really wanted nice things, to have new items in and around my home, and to have everything less hodge-podge. (Bed Bath and Beyond gives me a wet dream in this department.) I never replaced all my crappy stuff here, though, because the apartment and the environment are not one in which nice things would reach their potential. But now we have a wonderful apartment in a great neighborhood, and it is time to start getting nice dishes and furniture and bedding and decorations and stuff. I'm so domestic. We didn't buy anything, though, as we need all our money for the move and all that. But we made plans.
I was up until after 5 last night packing and cleaning and all that. I've emptied everything out except under the sink in the kitchen, and the few toiletries and clothes I need for the next week. The living room is full of boxes and disassembled furniture. I am so anxious to just move already. I hate waiting. I want to be there now. The N was airing "Degrassi the Next Generation" from beginning to where they left off (mid-4th season) and I watched that too. I could have gotten a lot more done if it weren't for Ellie's cutting, Manny becoming the school slut, Mr. Simpson's cancer, and Marco coming out and dealing with Spinner's homophobia. I just couldn't stop watching, even though I'd seen all these episodes years ago. (I think these were still when Beckie and I used to watch the show nightly.)
Today, I packed a bit more and painted half the living room back to the while it needs to be before I move out. I don't think I'll be able to get the second half done, though, because the living room is where all my shit is. Too many boxes to move around. So I talked to the super, and he said he will paint it for me after I move out for $25. So I'll do that.
I know there's more I wanted to write, but I see that I wrote more than I thought I was going to when I started, so there's that, at least.
We'll see how work goes this week. I hope I can concentrate, seeing as the move is in five days. I'm getting to nervous and excited about it. I know this. But I'm not only moving somewhere I wanted to be for a while, with a fresh slate and all that falderal, but I also get to live with Alison, and that, I think know, is what is both most exciting and most scary about next weekend and beyond.
On that note, goodnight.
Alison and I are excited that we were able to get tickets at the cheap cheap student rate of $20 (instead of $60) for the upcoming Stephin Merritt opera based on the life and works of Hans Christian Anderson being premiered by the Metropolitan Opera. Any fans of Merritt or his many groups, namely the Magnetic Fields, should check it out. We're going on Saturday, July 30 if anyone wants to make an event of it.
After getting tickets, we walked across Broadway from Lincoln Center and went to Bed Bath and Beyond and it made us so optimistic about our new apartment that we'll be in by this time next week. I have, for the last nine months or so, really wanted nice things, to have new items in and around my home, and to have everything less hodge-podge. (Bed Bath and Beyond gives me a wet dream in this department.) I never replaced all my crappy stuff here, though, because the apartment and the environment are not one in which nice things would reach their potential. But now we have a wonderful apartment in a great neighborhood, and it is time to start getting nice dishes and furniture and bedding and decorations and stuff. I'm so domestic. We didn't buy anything, though, as we need all our money for the move and all that. But we made plans.
I was up until after 5 last night packing and cleaning and all that. I've emptied everything out except under the sink in the kitchen, and the few toiletries and clothes I need for the next week. The living room is full of boxes and disassembled furniture. I am so anxious to just move already. I hate waiting. I want to be there now. The N was airing "Degrassi the Next Generation" from beginning to where they left off (mid-4th season) and I watched that too. I could have gotten a lot more done if it weren't for Ellie's cutting, Manny becoming the school slut, Mr. Simpson's cancer, and Marco coming out and dealing with Spinner's homophobia. I just couldn't stop watching, even though I'd seen all these episodes years ago. (I think these were still when Beckie and I used to watch the show nightly.)
Today, I packed a bit more and painted half the living room back to the while it needs to be before I move out. I don't think I'll be able to get the second half done, though, because the living room is where all my shit is. Too many boxes to move around. So I talked to the super, and he said he will paint it for me after I move out for $25. So I'll do that.
I know there's more I wanted to write, but I see that I wrote more than I thought I was going to when I started, so there's that, at least.
We'll see how work goes this week. I hope I can concentrate, seeing as the move is in five days. I'm getting to nervous and excited about it. I know this. But I'm not only moving somewhere I wanted to be for a while, with a fresh slate and all that falderal, but I also get to live with Alison, and that, I think know, is what is both most exciting and most scary about next weekend and beyond.
On that note, goodnight.