Highlights from a moving adventure

I swear moving is the best workout ever--I'm still sore! I'm also still a little downtrodden, but not nearly so much as I was. In fact, the crowd of people I surrounded myself with over the course of my moving adventure helped to make the experience pretty amusing. I did lots of laughing and not nearly as much crying as I expected.

First of all, here is what I look like after several days without sleeping and lots of carrying heavy items:



Sexy, I know. Also, I hate that couch. Which led to the following:

Dad: Where are we going to store this?
Me: Upstairs in your house. I hate this stupid thing. It cost $10. Let's get rid of it.
Dad: We can't do that, then you'd have to find a new couch!
Me: I don't care. I'll sit on the floor! I don't even have a house for it; I'm living in your trailer.
Dad: It's not a trailer, it's a motor home.
Me: I don't care, let's just get rid of this stupid thing so I never have to move it again.

My father and a couple of his work buddies drove over to help me move my stuff, and that led to me buying their help with a case of beer. Later that also led to me taking them to dinner at a Mexican restaurant, and designated driving their drunk asses home. We stopped at a gas station and it led to me saying things to the attendant such as, "I'm so sorry. I'm the designated driver and I forgot to put the child locks on!" He thought it was funny.

Also, I did in fact give my phone number to the cute waiter by writing it on the receipt, and he did in fact call me the next day. Why, oh why, does a cute boy have to call me on the very day when I'm completely sleep deprived, insane, and helping load a U-Haul with all of my stuff? I probably sounded like a lunatic. I told him I'd call him later in the week, so today I decided to suck it up and call back... we chatted for awhile and made plans to hang out on Friday night. WOO! This is only unfortunate due to the fact that I no longer live in the town where we will be hanging out (I am going back this weekend for a restraining order hearing/job hunt/to hang with Shawna), but whatever--the cute waiter totally called me!

I feel very bold and scandalous. I should probably start writing my number on all my receipts.