12.03.01 :: 10:18 am
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.