The coolest part about moving roho and enveri yesterday is a toss-up between the following options:
Having a thank-you dinner at BD's bought for me by Roho. Complete with tasty mini-cobbler dessert.
Having Aaron, the manager on duty at BD's last night, tell me I probably have SARS.
The funky high I got while shuffling boxes and objects between the truck and the house. Low blood sugar + sick + caffeine + fever + sudaphedrine = a trip to the altered states.
Discovering how wickedly the veins in my arms pop after assisting in the precarious moving of the treadmill down a flight of stairs. It looked like I was ready to go shoot up in true druggie style after we got done. Hell, I was even shaking and sweating like a junkie in withdrawl!
Towels that prevent heavy television sets from digging into my already abused fingers.
Meeting some of Roho and Genet's friends in a more official capacity, and discovering how delightful these folks are.
Making home-improvement contacts.
Dave actually having the presence of mind to calmly request that I pull the truck over so he could vomit. Thank you, Dave.
The celebratory round of drinking at the pub across the state line.
Buzz Word Bingo, and the newly-spawned Evil Little Plan Number One. </ul> Now that the excitement is over, I shall go back to being sick and grouchy