Published by admin on 19 Jan 2008
Last night in a fit of procrastination I decided to head over to 201 and measure and tape off where I was going to put furniture. I was still having a hard time picturing how everything I decided to keep was going to fit. I steeled myself for the parking struggle I think I’ll face for the rest of my time at this apartment, and pulled down my street and a choir of angels sang and a light from heaven shined down on my car and right exactly in front of my building was a parking spot. The parking gods and the universe and fate all collided to make me feel loved. I smiled the whole evening as I taped off my bed, my bookcases and all the rest.
I spent the rest of last night half watching a recorded episode of some bad reality television show that I’m embarrassed to say I find highly entertaining and occasionally putting a random thing in a box with another random thing. (I think I lost my stock pot. Or packed it with my books. No one knows but the me of yesterday!) By midnight I was out of tape and could not figure out how I was ever going to survive moving, so I went to bed. Lula snuggled in close and at 4am I woke up wondering why my last night of sleep there had to be so cold. And short.
The move was fine. I ended up spending more than I wanted to on the movers, but after seeing how hard they worked, I knew it was worth every penny. After they left, I spent the rest of the afternoon putting more random things in boxes - Brita filter meet Goldfish food!
After I finished mixing canned goods and butane fluid I packed up the Civic and drove to my new home. I dropped Lula off and went to explore, I was eyeing the El Salvadorean panaderia across the street when I smelled onions grilling. I actually did one of those lame double takes, and stopped dead in my tracks. The ever illusive and oft dreamed about was staring me in the face.
Tamara’s waist line meet The Dirty Dog.
A dirty dog, for those of you from the wrong coast, is a street dog cooked on a makeshift and highly illegal grill, wrapped in bacon and served with grilled onions and peppers and a grilled chilé. I got mine with everything. Which means mayo, mustard and ketchup and maybe a little crack cocaine.
The perfect first meal at my new perfect home.
I love it here. Sweet dreams.