Day 363 (3) - BARf

Well it’s been a long night, and it’s about time for bed.  Thank you to everyone who’s taken the survey, preliminary numbers are looking good (and yes I’ll be posting some of the findings in the next couple of days).

Given tonight’s night of bar hopping, I leave you with this joke:

Why aren’t good lawyers good designated drivers?  Because they always pass the bar.

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Day 361 (5) - Packed House

The movers came today, which means for the next 8 days I’ll be living out of a suitcase.  Luckily I’m relatively low maintenance (just need a good lubin’ every 3,000 minutes… where “lubin” is showering you perverts), so it’s not too big of a deal.

Today reminded me of how fortunate I am to be working for a company that is helping with the moving process.  As I sat on my couch watching TV, the movers packed up all of my belongings and loaded them into a truck.  At one point I thought, “Man this is kind of taking awhile,” and then I remembered there are three of them doing it, I have a good amount of stuff (though not the entire amount of it is good), and that I was sitting there watching TV.

Even though I didn’t have to do any of the physical labor, the entire process is still a stressful ordeal.  I had to somehow determine everything that I was going to need for 8 days, and make sure I set it aside.  And these aren’t any normal 8 days - there’s work days, travel days, days off (hopefully not off days), birthday gatherings, apartment movings, and the whole dropping of the ball (not me finally going through puberty, I mean New Years).

But, hey, when you’ve got a positive goal at the end of the tunnel (moving to NYC), it’s all worth it.   And just for fun:

I heard Micheal J. Fox started his own moving company.  It’s called, “Movers and Shakers.

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Day 360 (6) - Bedder Sleep Options

Inspired by my upcoming move to NYC, I decided that it was time to go ahead and actually get a real bed.  In addition to the bed, I decided that it was also time to upgrade my bedding with it.  Who knew that stuff was so expensive?

Just to get started you have to get a comforter, duvet cover (FYI - the duvet cover covers the comforter, not a “duvet” which apparently doesn’t exist… makes sense…), sheets, and pillows and pillow cases.  The middle tier adds on a bed skirt, shams, and weird shaped pillows.  Anything else above that is just adding more and more pillows, which is good if you like to go to sleep feeling like you’re in a giant vat of marshmallows.  All of these things add up to well over $300, and much higher depending on cryptic attributes such as “thread count.

I bit the bullet and got all of the stuff for the middle tier, but I’m waiting until NYC to actually put it on my bed, so I have no idea how it compares to what I have now.  I guess at the end of the day, it makes sense to go a little above and beyond for the place that you sleep, considering you spend so much time there.  My only fear is that getting a nicer bed and better bedding will only make it that much harder for me to wake up in the morning.  If that’s the case, I may have to switch to a bed of nails (which isn’t nearly as good as a bed for nailing…).

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Day 359 (7) - Mary Christmas

It’s Christmas day (well was, as it’s now technically 12:20am), so in honor of the holiday:

What do you get God for Christmas?  Omnipresents.

(And yes, I purposely wrote Mary instead of Merry.)

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Day 357 (9) - Weirdo

Well thanks to my need to read while I go to the bathroom, some guy at O’Charley’s thinks I’m some kind of weirdo.  My family and I went to the fine dining establishment for lunch today, and as is normally the case for me, I had to use the facilities at one point.

Upon entering the bathroom I noticed that O’Charley’s did what all good restaurants should,  and put newspapers up for each of the urinals.  I didn’t want to make a mistake I’ve made in the past, so I took a look at each of the papers to make sure I picked the right one to read.

It was at this time that another gentleman entered the restroom, finding me standing there, belt undone, standing in front of both urinals, trying to make a decision.

Yeah, some guy at O’Charley’s thinks I’m some kind of weirdo.

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