What the hell?

hey, so queens isn't that far away

i took the local 7 to times square. 17 minutes because of some stalled train. transfer to 1/2/3/9something took me to 18th for a total of 22 minutes.


booyah.

the dog, which was excited to see me then, is now surprised i didn't share my naan with her.

oof.

i am in loooove with my apartment, and my parents for only slightly getting on my nerves. we have now moved EVERYTHING with the following exceptions:

Bed (full box and mattress)
unassembled bookshelf
unassembled closet
desk
carpet which i could toss
potting dirt
detergent
less than 10 items drying in the basement
a small set of things for the bathroom (As If I'd sleep there again)
Oh, a lamp
A craft storage organizer

...and that's it folks. oh, and the organizer i left in the kitch that i'll unscrew. OH, and my mother's outdoor plants. which means i'll probably take the pots i left out there. and the doormat. i'm literally leaving loathe to leave anything they could find useful

hmmmm...last night we squeezed the broker for as much money as we could possibly get. basically enough to cover to cover the fifty dollars i had refused to argue over. long story, but James had given me a gift certificate for dinner for dinner at Good Style Eats at 45th st. One of Matt and Flora's all time favorite places to order caesar salad, generic pasta and fattening things. I took my parents are one long ass day of hauling shift back and forth. although not hungry enough, i kept reminding them of the wonders of doggie bags. and so they ordered every course, and i mooched off of them. (the lobster raviolo special was out, so i went with a chicken something or other.) the waitress was impressed that i remembered to tip on the total dinner order, vs. my cost. ($10).

and boy did we eat. YUM.

erm, what else?

IDEAs from the mom. I'm apparently getting (back) the chair from my original set from Seamans. If it fits in a van rental and the elevator, then I can have it. Woo hoo. AND, I get the rocking chair (refinishing project!) and (!) I am in possession of a hand me down carpet. And (!) well, I am super excited to have moved beyond the trolls.

Tonight before the rentals headed out, I made my dad go into the old homestead. he wanted his tools for the next week, which he had left in my closet. i knew the trolls would be home feeding, stoned and preparing for the sopranos. i unlocked the front door, and in he went. hello to Matt. Up the stairs.

Once in the car, "Hey, did you close the window?" as it's supposed to keep raining off and on tonight. And I still have a my mattress next to the window. And back he was sent. (he may be my dad, but he's a man.) I'm trying to avoid all solo contact with them to prevent "Give me utility money" discussions.

good news for long island visitors - i live near the express way. exit 16 to be exact.

and, as i have no audience for my questionable choices, i unstrung my discount target christmas light chili peppers.

la la la.

posted by irene @ 4/04/2004 10:11:00 PM