you gotta keep ‘em separated
(It has been brought to my attention that I should probably clarify - the title of this post refers to cats, as well as my boxes of shit.)
So, I moved.
I don’t know exactly how to describe this past weekend, except to say that it was a combination of a drugged-out nightmare, the before/during/after of a really awful high school pre-finals all-nighter, with a dash of social paranoia and an extreme amount of physical discomfort thrown in for good measure. Another one of those periods in my life that will never seem quite real, because I was too cracked out at the time to ever be able to remember it properly.
Highlights include…
* My moving van not starting
* Waiting around a LONG DAMN TIME for a repair guy
* Running into several curbs
* Screaming “Fly, Fatass, Fly!” and thinking of Sarah
* Carrying millions of unwieldy boxes and thinking of [name removed>
* Giving away every goddamn piece of furniture that Bill and I bought for our Belltown Apartment, because NOBODY WOULD BUY IT
* Painting over the part of my wall where Piper ate the paint
* Finding leftover pieces of dog food everywhere
* Showing up at my show in a U-Haul
* Getting to my new place and finding smiley face balloons, a “Welcome Sheesha!” poster, and a chilled bottle of champagne waiting for me
* A two-hour nap, from two to four a.m.
* Being kept sane - just barely - by Crave, who was with me throughout the entire fiasco and didn’t get frustrated with me for being CRANKY
* Taking an extended break to shop for really ugly stuff at Goodwill, Value Village, Hot Topic, and Fred Meyer, culminating in …
* The 80’s party at Empty Space, which included…
* Crave as a red and black vision of Robert Smith
* Oh shirtless, breakdancing and wearing a clock around his neck
* My giant crimped hair and “Desperately Seeking Susan“esque ensemble
* Decorating my now ridiculously cute new room
* How the weekend ended …
In true “How is this actually possible?” form, Crave managed to save the end of the weekend. I was stressed and cranky and in pain and so exhausted I couldn’t even think straight … and he says “Okay. On Monday night, I am going to come over to your new house with food. We are going to watch movies and eat and drink and relax, and then I am going to tuck you in early, and you are not going to stress about anything.” With the omission of the gorgeous bouquet of baby roses that he brought, that’s pretty much exactly what happened. We ordered pizza from a member of The Divorce, were stared at strangely by a psycho waitress, honed our Pictionary skills a little, bought beer at a gas station … and then I showed him a few of my videos. Clips from 7 Strangers, my monologue from Mass Murder, and then finally I fell asleep on the couch while we were watching 10. It was the perfect way to end what was (at least mostly) an awful weekend.
So, anyway. One quick shout-out to a good friend of mine who had a really shitty weekend too, but for completely different reasons. I love you, sweetheart - and I want to see you. Soon. I promise to remain strictly New Testament the entire time. ;)
So the guy that owns Value Village has an office in the same building that I work in, and if you think you can’t make much money owning a store called “Value Village,” think again. I’ve seen him pull into the parking lot in two different Ferraris, a Porsche, an Audi S8 wagon, a BMW 530i, and his “beater,” the Infiniti.
Total non-sequitur, but whatever.
Oh by the way, Hi. It’s been a while, eh?
hey, baby! My co-teacher and I are going to come eat sushi near your apartment someday VERY SOON.
Why must moves always suck ass?
Congrats on the new place. Enjoy the new energy mixes. MAKE IT YOURS!
*grin*
OMIGOD!!! I just discovered your blog site Alicia! You just constantly surprise and delight, don’t you?
So much Love,
Kate
*mmm-wah*
right back at ya!
(that song is now stuck in my head. grr.)