Sundays on the internet - boredom, mandatory
So this week me and moireach bought a couch. Up until this point, what we'd had in our living room was a love seat, and we were really excited to get a couch that we could both sit on at the same time without it being creepy. (Hiiiiiii Moireach! That shirt looks good on your body.) So we went to IKEA, and bought a couch, but when they delivered it, they took one look at our stairwell and said, "No. There's no way. You're going to have to bring it up over the balcony." But we totally didn't really believe them, because we'd measured it and it should've fit, so later that day we spent two hours trying every possible way to try to get it to turn to go up the stairs. Two hours of our lives, some strained muscles, and a lot of sweat later, the couch was still stuck in our stairwell, which now has some serious dents in the wall. (OUR HOT LANDLORD MUST NEVER KNOW.) In short, Judas Iscariot Couch had betrayed us, deeply. (Seriously, ONE MORE INCH and it would've turned. SO UNFAIR.)
It's not even a big couch - it's smaller than most of the ones they had there.
(Judas Couch)
So we considered a lot of options, including 1) getting a different couch, perhaps a magic couch that could pass through walls or levitate itself, 2) pulleys and ropes, 3) CHAINSAW. We were actually pretty serious about the ropes but, well, it's a long way down, and we're girls.
Anyway, in the end we called some movers, and this morning at 10, Freddy and Pedro came over to do this thing. And we, obviously, got up five minutes before, put on some pants (well, ONE of us did - the other one apparently just wore the pants she'd slept in - hint: THAT PERSON WASN'T ME), and stood around watching. So Freddy and Pedro lift the couch up onto the balcony - Pedro stood on the ground and lifted, and Freddy pulled it up by a strap - then when it got high enough Freddy was like, "Okay, I got it - HURRY, BUDDY, HURRY!" And Pedro ran up the stairs to help him pull it the rest of the way up onto the balcony, and we were all, woo, it's upstairs!
So then they walk it down the hallway to put it in the living room. But shockingly, as it happens, our hallway is also really narrow. (I KNOW, RIGHT? It's like we live in a dollhouse.)
So they COULD NOT GET THE COUCH INTO THE LIVING ROOM because there wasn't room to turn it to get it through the door. We were like, "..." And then Freddy comes into the living room and is like, well, how about the window. And we're like, UM. Here is our window. As you can see, it is window-sized, rather than couch-sized.
But they measured and said it would work, and they allegedly know what they're doing, so okay. And they lowered the couch back down to the ground, took the glass out of the window, and hauled the couch up to the window by the same system -- the "Hurry, buddy, hurry!" system. Except this time, Freddy was upstairs KNEELING ON A RADIATOR, and the couch was knocking against our landlord's window downstairs (if it had broken - OH GOD), and I was seriously terrified that they were 1) going to fall out of the window and break their necks, 2) that the couch was going to fall (at one point, Freddy yelled, "DON'T DROP IT, PEDRO!", and was extremely red in the face,) or 3) going to break the downstairs window. They had to lift the couch so it was STRAIGHT OUT from the building so they could get it through the window, it was so tight. Um, UNFORTUNATELY, though, power lines come extremely close to our house, and I didn't notice this problem until the couch was SWINGING UP and totally hit the power line. (No one was hurt - GOOD THING OUR COUCH IS NOT MADE OF METAL).
BUT. They got it into the living room! Nothing broke or died! This couch will be living in this room UNTIL THE END OF TIME, but that's cool, right? I AM SO HAPPY I AM SITTING ON IT RIGHT NOW.
I still don't know quite how they did it though. This couch:
through this window:
YOU GUYS, IT IS LIKE THE MIRACLE OF BIRTH.
It's not even a big couch - it's smaller than most of the ones they had there.
(Judas Couch)
So we considered a lot of options, including 1) getting a different couch, perhaps a magic couch that could pass through walls or levitate itself, 2) pulleys and ropes, 3) CHAINSAW. We were actually pretty serious about the ropes but, well, it's a long way down, and we're girls.
Anyway, in the end we called some movers, and this morning at 10, Freddy and Pedro came over to do this thing. And we, obviously, got up five minutes before, put on some pants (well, ONE of us did - the other one apparently just wore the pants she'd slept in - hint: THAT PERSON WASN'T ME), and stood around watching. So Freddy and Pedro lift the couch up onto the balcony - Pedro stood on the ground and lifted, and Freddy pulled it up by a strap - then when it got high enough Freddy was like, "Okay, I got it - HURRY, BUDDY, HURRY!" And Pedro ran up the stairs to help him pull it the rest of the way up onto the balcony, and we were all, woo, it's upstairs!
So then they walk it down the hallway to put it in the living room. But shockingly, as it happens, our hallway is also really narrow. (I KNOW, RIGHT? It's like we live in a dollhouse.)
So they COULD NOT GET THE COUCH INTO THE LIVING ROOM because there wasn't room to turn it to get it through the door. We were like, "..." And then Freddy comes into the living room and is like, well, how about the window. And we're like, UM. Here is our window. As you can see, it is window-sized, rather than couch-sized.
But they measured and said it would work, and they allegedly know what they're doing, so okay. And they lowered the couch back down to the ground, took the glass out of the window, and hauled the couch up to the window by the same system -- the "Hurry, buddy, hurry!" system. Except this time, Freddy was upstairs KNEELING ON A RADIATOR, and the couch was knocking against our landlord's window downstairs (if it had broken - OH GOD), and I was seriously terrified that they were 1) going to fall out of the window and break their necks, 2) that the couch was going to fall (at one point, Freddy yelled, "DON'T DROP IT, PEDRO!", and was extremely red in the face,) or 3) going to break the downstairs window. They had to lift the couch so it was STRAIGHT OUT from the building so they could get it through the window, it was so tight. Um, UNFORTUNATELY, though, power lines come extremely close to our house, and I didn't notice this problem until the couch was SWINGING UP and totally hit the power line. (No one was hurt - GOOD THING OUR COUCH IS NOT MADE OF METAL).
BUT. They got it into the living room! Nothing broke or died! This couch will be living in this room UNTIL THE END OF TIME, but that's cool, right? I AM SO HAPPY I AM SITTING ON IT RIGHT NOW.
I still don't know quite how they did it though. This couch:
through this window:
YOU GUYS, IT IS LIKE THE MIRACLE OF BIRTH.