I’m packing today, in preparation for Hop Across the Bridge 2006, and the following things have occurred to me:
1) Every box is either labeled “books,” “clothes” or “shoes.” Hardly any are labeled “cookware” or “knick-knacks.” Apparently, I do not cook and I decorate my home solely in reading material and cast-off shoes.
2) My apartment is hella dusty.
3) I’m really allergic to dust.
4) I hate moving.
5) I really hate moving in the summer, which is the only time I ever seem to move.
Today, it was so hot out, I actually had to install my air conditioner, even though I’ll be de-installing it in four days, which seems like a waste. The Donut called earlier and asked me what I was up to and I said, “Installing the air conditioner and whimpering.” Which is an accurate summation of my activities.
So: The move takes place on Friday. Next Saturday, a mere short week afterward, I will turn 30 and have a party at a bar in the LES. It’s a joint b-day, with my friend Angela, who is turning a spritely 29. If you know me at all, and I neglected to email you, please drop me a line and I’ll give you the details. If I currently have a restraining order against you, remember: Trying to figure out which bar and what time is, in fact, a violation.