try to catchup

Thursday October 20th 2005 05:16 PM PST

Thursday night of last week i got screwed by work. I got slammed with so much shit, i didn't have any time to take care of it. I already told em i was going to take friday off cause i needed to move. Anyway, i ended up staying up til 2AM thursday night working, and then got back up at 6AM to finish off. The project was still not done, but at this point we were going to show to client, so it was a start. I spend all day friday running around packing all the shit that was not packed, cause i didn't have the previous night to pack. The movers showed up at 8AM and i had to keep working and packing and running around. fun fun fun. SO the guys KICK ASS. I cannot recommend PINKS moving ENOUGH. These guys were a fucking dream. They took care of EVERYTHING. So long story short, i got everything moved except my ENTIRE FUCKIN OFFICE. Yup, because i had to work i never packed anything in my office, and as a result i had to leave it all.

So jen and i run over to the house and start to unload. We tell the guys to drop ALL the boxes in the garage, and all the furniture goes in the house. That way we've got space to move thing in slowly. Friday night we run out to dinner at parkway grill with David Bob and Valerie, and then promoptly CRASH without opening the "bottle" we've been saving for a 5 years.

Saturday morning we wake up and have breakfast on the patio. THIS IS SO FUCKING WORTH ALL THE SHIT WE'VE BEEN THROUGH. Perfect morning and we couldn't be happier. So we then head over to Dennis and Andrea's for Emma's 3rd Birthday Party. We hung out there for a few hours having a good time watching the kids running all over the place. Then we headed back to the apartment to continue the move. We worked for the rest of the afternoon and then went to the Black Cow for dinner. Its a nice little spot in Montrose on Honolulu and it seems that everybody knew about it except me. So sunday we keep working and working and moving and everything and we finally get to open the bottle of wine we've been saving since we got engaged. But what the hell goes with a Rothschild? Yup that's right. Pizza! The previous owners left us a takeout menu for an itallian place on Verdugo, so we called in an order and were amazed by the pizza. So we sat on the patio drinking our wine and eating our pizza and just dreading going back to work the next week.