12.03.01 :: 10:18 am
Pretty neat. I worked my ass off at the restaurant and thoroughly enjoyed the pranks pulled on me by the cooks and the dish washer: "Where's my cell phone, guys? I left it right here." "I didn't see it." What followed was a half hour of me frantically looking under tables, in the bathroom, in various cabinets... "Guys? Seriously? I think someone stole my phone?" "Call it. It's probably around." I call my phone. Ring Ring. I hear ringing! Where's my phone? The oven. Hardy freaking har, guys. *** Over in the domicile department, looks like My Boy and I will be moving into the new digs on Palisades on the 15th, if everything goes as planned, and if we pass a credit check and blah blah blah movingcakes. Anyway. I hope all goes well, needless to say, because I so deserve that loft. Yes. A loft. And not to get all braggy or whatever, but it's fanfuckingtastic. Huge. Washer and dryer and dishwasher all in the apartment. 2 bedrooms. 2 bathrooms. LOFT LOFT LOFT LOFT LOFT for (relatively) cheap. And the view of the Manhattan skyline from the park a few blocks down brings warm fuzzies to this heart. Seriously. The best part? It's a "Pets Welcome" building. So. Cross your fingers, fearless readers. We so want to kick off the new year in style. |