2004-09-28 - 5:03 p.m.

I am slightly hung-over today, therefore, more emotional that usual. I had a complete breakdown this morning in the form of a laughing fit, although it could have just as easily gone to a hysterical crying jag. Clearly, Libbyfish should not drink so much wine on a school night.
I had to go back to the old apartment one last time to pick up a few last bits and pieces. Ellen came with me to pick up the doo dads I promised she could have. It was decided that we would be remiss if we didn’t have at least one drink in our old favorite bar before I moved. The thing is with the two of us there is no such thing as one drink; one ALWAYS turns into one more. Or in some cases, one bottle of wine turns into four. And that gentle readers is how I woke up on the subway in Brooklyn at 2 AM (story for another day).
When we got back to my apartment the super was in my kitchen. It kind of freaked me out as I hadn’t given him the keys yet and to me it was still my apartment. A conversation was had but I have no idea what was said. It was all happy and slurred I am sure. Ah well, who cares if I embarrassed myself, I need never have to see him again we don’t travel in the same social circles.
Moving, did I happen to mention how much I hate it? I have decided that I will live in this apartment forever. If there are kids in the future they will be tucked away in under the bed storage bins… trundle beds by rubbermade. Or we will live like the Puerto Rican family of twelve I used to live next door to and sleep in shifts.
The move it self went smoothly for the most part. A few weeks ago I had made arrangements for movers, three men for two hours at 9AM. They phoned me back a few days later and said that in order to get it done in two hours they should really add one more guy and that they would now be coming at 8AM (YIKES!). I thought two hours seemed a bit of a lofty ambition, but I figured they do this every day and know their shit. Well, apparently not… three and a half hours and $200 more later… they finished. Although to their credit they were really moving quite fast, it would have taken me three and a half days to do it myself.
P had instructed me that I was to have the bed and futon in working order by the time he got home or else. Or else what was not made clear at that time. That was about all that had gotten done by the time P returned home. It was also my job to wait for the people that had bought P’s stuff on Craigslist. The bed was meant to go at 1 the futon at 2. Of course the bed guy flaked out and didn’t show up until 7:30. He was this scrawny guy about 40ish with a weird graying goatee and he sounded like a Scottish Barry White (trust me on this one). He wanders in like he is right on time and wants to know who is going to help him get it down the four flights of stairs. Instead of waiting for me to help him he decided it would be better if he just pushed it down each flight right into the people’s doors at the bottom. By the time he had gone, I had to get out of that apartment. Stinky or not I was going to have some drinks with E. Thanks E!
The rest of the weekend was unpacking in fits and spurts. For the most part, it’s done. As soon as the cabinet we ordered comes in it will be perfect. Like grown ups ready to start our spin off.

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