New Apartment Fever.

So, Jaime and I moved into the new apartment this weekend. How groovy is that? We started moving our stuff out in Friday. We threw everything in random trash bags, transported the bags to the car and then dumped them all over the new apartment. Needless to say, our apartment looked like a bomb hit it in the first 5 minutes of dropping stuff off. At least we got a work out. Damn, some of those bags were heavy.

After all the hard work, I had to go to work. However, after work, an exciting night out was planned. I mean, Jaime and I already worked too hard earlier that day. So, we gathered some girls up and headed out for a fun filled night at Sutra. There we met lots of guys, which equaled lots of free shots and drinks. We had planned on just a few drinks because the next day we had to move all the big stuff out of the old the apartment. Woops, change of plans.

I wake up the next morning startled. Shoot, it was 9:45. We were supposed to get the Uhaul at 10. Who has a head ache? I have a head ache. Who will drive the Uhaul? Neither of us. Thank god for Jaime's friend Josh, who not only moved every single heavy item out of our apartment, but also drove the Uhaul for us. Jaime and I made for some good managers though. We complained about being tired. We complained about having head aches. We complained about wanting to be done. Yet, at this point I think we each may have moved one chair into the Uhaul truck. Good thing we had bought 47 beers for ALL of our one friend who came to help us move. Oh well, more beer for us.

7 months without a real bed has made me realize how thankful I am for real beds. I am so thankful, that I spend as much time as I can in it. I feel like Pinochio, but instead of being a real boy, I have a real bed!

Lesson learned: Next time hit up Ponce De Leon for some Mexicans to help us move.