When I was but a child, I thought Chilean sea bass was the spiciest food ever. I'm pretty sure I only based this off of two things:
1) Chilean sounds spicy. Maybe like chili? I'm unsure of the thought process.
2) In Jurassic Park, they eat Chilean sea bass (right after they feed the raptors, REMEMBER?!?) and it looked really orange-ish and, therefore, obviously spicy.
In completely other news, I need to see live music soon. I miss Boston and going to The Middle East and Paradise fo' free.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Moving Day, or How I learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Truck
Oh, why hello there. It's been quite a while since I blogged it out. Been busy, ya know? We're here in DC, getting settled in. I start City Year tomorrow and Steph has law school orientation. (She has a quiz the first day. Isn't that fucked?) The apartment looks less like a disaster area than it did when we first got here, but we're still not completely done. (I'll post pictures soon.)
Moving day itself was quite a challenge. I was so proud of us because we were basically completely ready the night before. We finished packing and called it an early night (even though I was so nervous/excited/etc. that I didn't really sleep much). I strolled on down to Budget in Allston the next morning at 9:30 to pick up the 16 foot truck we had reserved.
Summary: BUDGET RENTAL TRUCKS ARE THE WORST. EVER. They didn't have a truck for us and they also didn't know when they would have one available. I understand that sometimes people are assholes and don't return things when they are supposed to, but there were like two other groups waiting for trucks. What a shitty way to run a business.
We ended up taking a 24 foot truck (which we had to go to Braintree to pick up [so we couldn't sing "We're Not Going to Braintree," the drunken hit sung to the tune of Twisted Sister's "We're Not Gonna Take It"]) because they had no idea when a 16 foot truck would be available. We had already lost several hours of packing time at this point because, let me say it one more time, BUDGET RENTAL TRUCKS CAN SUCK IT.
After packing up, it was up to me to drive that bad boy down to New Jersey. The stress of driving that truck easily took three years off of my life, but we made it. We listened to soft rock almost the entire drive down, which was awesome. We heard "In the Air Tonight" AND "Somewhere Out There" from Fievel, which made me tear up a little.
There we are in our moving truck. With our two cats. And Steph is wearing a bandana. ... ::sigh:: Lesbian cliche.
Moving day itself was quite a challenge. I was so proud of us because we were basically completely ready the night before. We finished packing and called it an early night (even though I was so nervous/excited/etc. that I didn't really sleep much). I strolled on down to Budget in Allston the next morning at 9:30 to pick up the 16 foot truck we had reserved.
Summary: BUDGET RENTAL TRUCKS ARE THE WORST. EVER. They didn't have a truck for us and they also didn't know when they would have one available. I understand that sometimes people are assholes and don't return things when they are supposed to, but there were like two other groups waiting for trucks. What a shitty way to run a business.
We ended up taking a 24 foot truck (which we had to go to Braintree to pick up [so we couldn't sing "We're Not Going to Braintree," the drunken hit sung to the tune of Twisted Sister's "We're Not Gonna Take It"]) because they had no idea when a 16 foot truck would be available. We had already lost several hours of packing time at this point because, let me say it one more time, BUDGET RENTAL TRUCKS CAN SUCK IT.
After packing up, it was up to me to drive that bad boy down to New Jersey. The stress of driving that truck easily took three years off of my life, but we made it. We listened to soft rock almost the entire drive down, which was awesome. We heard "In the Air Tonight" AND "Somewhere Out There" from Fievel, which made me tear up a little.
There we are in our moving truck. With our two cats. And Steph is wearing a bandana. ... ::sigh:: Lesbian cliche.
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