Shelf Adventures

While my parents were in town this weekend, I subjected them to a real New York adventure. It didn’t involve sneaking into a club or trying to determine if a prostitute is really a transvestite. No, I forced my folks to into one of the most grueling tasks, acquiring furniture.
As a total impulse, I talked them into-slash-they agreed to buy me a free standing book shelf at the Crate & Barrel. The store is just a few blocks from my house and the shelf was only 20 inches by 10. How heavy could it be?

After we paid, we went an avenue block (the long ones) further around to the back of the store to the loading dock where with a heave a grunting worker deposited an enormous box in front of us. I figured all guests enjoy physical labor, so we started off. Just a few hundred feet into the walk, my arms were giving out and we paused to rest.

Then, God began to water the Earth like he was pissed at Noah’s neighbors. We were on Broadway and throngsof weekend Soho shoppers swarmed around us.

I left my Dad in doorway (where he was harrassed by the doorman) and took my Mom home and got a luggage cart. Once we got the box on wheels, our progress was much improved, despite the hurricane-like winds. We made it my apartment intact, but soaking wet. Out only remaining task was to carry the box to the sixth floor.

Some time later, my father, all in one piece, was able to change into dry clothes and relax. He actually then started putting the shelf together while I went to fetch my cell phone (another story). We got it up in no time and completed the New York adventure in the standard way by getting drunk to celebrate surviving just the mundane tasks.

Thanks, Dad!
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I want to write about Mark and Pip Decker’s wonderful movie night, but that will be another post.

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Site of the Day: Find a coffee shop that is not overpriced for overroasted beans.

While my parents were in town this weekend, I subjected them to a real New York adventure. It didn’t involve sneaking into a club or trying to determine if a prostitute is really a transvestite. No, I forced my folks to into one of the most grueling tasks, acquiring furniture.

As a total impulse, I talked them into-slash-they agreed to buy me a free standing book shelf at the Crate & Barrel. The store is just a few blocks from my house and the shelf was only 20 inches by 10. How heavy could it be?

After we paid, we went an avenue block (the long ones) further around to the back of the store to the loading dock where with a heave a grunting worker deposited an enormous box in front of us. I figured all guests enjoy physical labor, so we started off. Just a few hundred feet into the walk, my arms were giving out and we paused to rest.

Then, God began to water the Earth like he was pissed at Noah’s neighbors. We were on Broadway and throngsof weekend Soho shoppers swarmed around us.

I left my Dad in doorway (where he was harrassed by the doorman) and took my Mom home and got a luggage cart. Once we got the box on wheels, our progress was much improved, despite the hurricane-like winds. We made it my apartment intact, but soaking wet. Out only remaining task was to carry the box to the sixth floor.

Some time later, my father, all in one piece, was able to change into dry clothes and relax. He actually then started putting the shelf together while I went to fetch my cell phone (another story). We got it up in no time and completed the New York adventure in the standard way by getting drunk to celebrate surviving just the mundane tasks.

Thanks, Dad!
…

I want to write about Mark and Pip Decker’s wonderful movie night, but that will be another post.

…

Site of the Day: Find a coffee shop that is not overpriced for overroasted beans.