Though this is my first update from our new pad, we are not "officially" residents yet. Jacob, as we unpack, I expect to rendezvous at Cafe on Park with you! I'm planning to head down to the church with my dad this Sunday as well, so whether you're reading this or not, I hope to see you there.
DRAMA will the MOVERS. Like really people. It was a simple thing -- we have four hours to use the elevator, I said. FOUR. That's it. Now, because of misrepresentations, we are a lot more money and energy expended than we expected. But such is life, right?
Tomorrow, the fabulous Ashton and birthday boy is going to be here at FIVE a.m. to dedicate the elevator to us for exactly three hours, which is hopefully as long as it will take to unload everything. The stress and frustration I experienced today was enough to knock me out, literally, I had to lay down and decompress for half an hour.
BUT. I'm still really, really excited. Right now we're having a glass of wine on the terrace with the lights of downtown sparkling in the distance and the occasional plane passing from the left of our view to the right. It ain't so bad.
Tonight, though, one more night in the old place, on the only piece of furniture left -- a futon mattress in the bedroom. M.s. has been a SAINT. I do not "move" well, I do not handle ineptitude well. All in all, we can't fucking wait to be IN here! Our neighbors ROCK!
Just tonight we had a lovely card in the door, a welcome note from the gentlemen in the catty-corner penthouse. I think living here is going to be a lot of fun, and meeting all of these new and wonderful people is going to be more stimulating than four shots of espresso on a chilly morning.