… in which our hero goes to Pittsburgh to pack it up/pack it in.
Last Wednesday morning found me on a flight back to the grad school stomping grounds, this time on a three-day mission to retrieve that pile of material balls-and-chain I affectionately call my “shit.” It took me three long days of packing, loading, and cleaning, but in between I enjoyed happy hours, dinners, and barbecues with some of the best friends an RI dropout could ever want. So thanks go to Dave, Nick, Kate, Loring, Matt, Steve, Marc, and Anne for making an otherwise tedious trip into a rockin’ good time.
I’m happy to say that my worldly possessions fit into 480 square feet (6ft x 8ft x10ft of trailer space). I’m also happy that my couch has gone on to support the fine, fine asses of one the nicest couples I know, and that my TV stand will help enable the viewing habits of the most dedicated fanboy organized sports have ever known.
After far too little sleep and just enough fun, I flew back to Seattle on Saturday to continue my end of June exxxtravaganza…
July 2nd, 2007 at 12:46 pm
Wow – I knew if I checked back every single day you’d eventually write something! Glad the packing went well…