C and I spent the weekend finally setting up our new place. This involved a trip to hell, i.e. Ikea (it had to be done). Oh God it was terrible. First off, we bought like 9 pieces of furniture that each came w/2 boxes each. Each box mustve weighed at least 300 pounds a pop. From lugging it off the shelf, into our cars, out of our cars, and up the stairs, we sustained no fewer than 9 injuries each. I got my finger caught in the door, and didnt realize until later, when I felt the sticky ooze sliding down my finger that a flap of skin was flapping in the wind. I’m ok though. C was there to help bandage it up.
After all was said and done, we had the best dinner ever at Popeyes. We also determined that this is the one time we wished we had a boyfriend–to help move crap and assemble furniture and go get us popeyes and then give us massages afterwards. The dinner, however, was better than sex, so we didn’t need a boy for that. But, considering we did manage to do all of that ourselves (granted, Im missing part of my finger, and I stabbed myself in the leg w/a nail) we realized that we actually didn’t need a boy after all. We are 110% self-sufficient.
Going to nyc tomorrow night. Against better judgement, I contacted SCB. He never fails to disappoint me, so I dont know if this is a good idea. On the other hand, I’m in such a different (and better) place right now, that even if he flakes, I know I’ll be fine. I’m going to have a great time no matter what. I’m glad to be going back to nyc–this time on my terms; independent of him.
Haven’t heard from Beaker all weekend, but that’s to be expected. Hes out of town at a friend’s wedding where he is the best man. The Canadian and I have a bet. He thinks that he’s going to bring me back a gift of some sort. I don’t think he will. Loser has to buy the other a McDonalds meal whenever the person requests it. I still think I’m going to win.
