Rock you like a hurricane

OH MAN! Today I think we had our craziest adventure yet...The day started out pretty poorly, but turned into an evening none of of us will ever forget. So, first of all everyone should know it is absolute HORRIBLENESS out. Rain, wind, mist, huge lake-like puddles, busted umbrella carcasses everywhere. HORRIBLENESS! So picture that as the backdrop for everything we did today...

So we were supposed to get cable and internet but Time Warner completely sucks and basically messed everything up. So after a lot of complaining and talking on the phone we managed to actually schedule an appointment this time but not for another 2 weeks. I'm pretty mad about. In fact let's not talk about it anymore. I might cry. Done.

Then, at around 4, it was time to begin the biggest project of all: MOVING THE FUTON. So, Paul, Eric, and I put on little hats and hoods and stepped out into mild horribleness. We walked a few blocks uptown to the address we had gotten off of craigslist, and it turns out that "68th and near the river" actually means TRUMP PLACE. I really love capital letters today, by the way, so be prepared. Yes, the Trump Place that the first "Apprentice" winner built as his first job. Pretty great, we thought. So we go inside this super nice building completely dripping wet, and manage to get in the wrong elevator and are already embarassing ourselves before we've even begun carrying a futon down the street.

Ok, so the futon is beautiful but gigantic. It takes Paul, Eric, and the very confused Chinese man we bought it from about 15 minutes to figure out how to get it in the freight elevator. I stood with the equally confused Chinese woman ("you're CARRYING the futon back????") and tried to figure out how to help. Didn't do much. Then it was out the servants entrance and back into the HORRIBLENESS. What would you do if you saw 2 tall skinny boys and a girl with incredibly frizzy hair carrying a giant futon down the street during the beginning of a hurricane? If you would point and laugh and talk about them then you'd be like 95% of the people we passed. We somehow made it the 8 blocks back and even more miraculously made it into our tiny apartment. The futon is now the predominate feature of our humble abode.

The story definitely does not end there. We had to go back to get the futon mattress, the futon drawers, and a coffee table. So we go back out in the ever increasing horribleness and return, even wetter and smelling more and more like wet dogs, to the elegant Trump Place, where the doorman knows us (probably as the crazy, smelly people). This time we drag out the coffee table and one drawer. Great times, much easier, still some honking and pointing and laughing and much much HORRIBLENESS.

Before we could even think about going back for the incredibly cumbersome mattress, we decided the only thing to do was to drink. So we had some shots of the vodka that we got for free from someone else that we got free furniture from. It tasted exactly like rubbing alcohol and then we were drunk. But the rest of the adventure was even funnier! Oh man!

Because it was still HORRIBLENESS, we had to wrap the giant mattress in garbage bags. I pretty much felt like a member of the Mafia wrapping up our most recent body. And several people in the fancy lobby asked us if we had a body in there. It would have been a really fat person, but it still definitely looked like a body bag. The always confused Chinese couple really wanted to give us some water because they just could not believe we would do such a thing as carry all of this furniture down the street, but we were completely drunk and had bodies to wrap up. To top off our last leg of the adventure, we took a notice posted on someone's door about etiquette with dogs in the Trump building. So now we have a nice souvenir for the day. And then Paul and Eric very awkwardly carried our body bag down the street as the wind blew harder and the rain came down in sheets, but somehow we now have an extremely nice futon and coffee table in our apartment. OH MAN!!

Then we went and got approximately 40 pounds of food at NUMBER 1 CHINESE RESTAURANT and we will be fed for the whole week I bet.

And, it has been confirmed- we have our first live mouse. Yesterday it was on top and in the stove. Today it is running into the bedroom. It is not ok.

On another note- the tiles in the subway stations are really very beautiful in their own falling apart kind of way.