Isn't It a Shame?

Okay okay, truth be told I was having a little fun with you guys....the pink bedroom was not quite exactly what it seemed like!

Since our walls were a white, and we were painting a dark, you need to do a coat with a tinted primer...which in our case was a bright pink.

The end result of the painting, with the actually paint, was pretty decent - a little darker than we wanted in some spots, and a little lighter in others, but for the most part it looks pretty good.

I also wanted to send a shout-out to the really nice cabbie that took me over to the new corporate apartment last night! Very friendly and well-spoken guy from Colombia.

I'm only in this apartment for this week...but this place is stupid nice. It's a brand new, very modern-chic place with a HUGE bedroom. Is ANYONE going to come visit? There's only a another 5 weeks or so of opportunity!

Oi.

The drama.

So, Laura and I decided we wanted to paint one of the rooms in our new apartment. We settled on the bedroom, since it was small and manageable. After much deliberation, we opted for a nice dark maroon/Burgundy.

I've been in New York for the past few weeks, and so Laura was in charge of getting the paint and supplies so that we were ready to go for today. She had said that the person at the store seemed to have a hard time matching/mixing our paint, but that they said it should turn out okay.

When we opened the can, the paint looked, well...Pink. While we were both a little worried, Laura assured me that paint always dries a few tones darker, and that we should just try it.

Yah, well...It *did* dry darker, that much is true.

The pictures below will tell the rest of my tragic and woeful tale of effemination.



Bedroom Before ------------------------------ Bedroom After
(Sorry for the non-rotatedness...just tilt your head counterclockwise)

That was the name of the movie where the guy lived in the airport right? I'[ve been here at laguardia for hours now. 4 to be precise. My flight was to have left 2 hours ago, and will probably not leave for a few hours yet. all for a 1 hour flight.

For anyone who doesn't know, I'm down in NY for the next 2 months or so on a project for Barclays. Should be pretty neat. Visitors are always welcome.

I'm having murmel and chimon over tomorrow for lunch which should be nice. It won't be as fancy as the dinner I made last weekend when my friend and his wife were over - I HAND MADE butternut squash ravioli. Yah, like cutting/stuffing/folding all the ravioli by hand with fresh pasta. that was quite an involved effort!

I need to get up and walk around a bit - i've been sitting on the friggin floor here for ages since there are no seats. The keister is a little sore.

So the Sofa was scheduled to be delivered on Friday. The pain is that they tell you it will arrive anywhere between 7am and 5pm, so you have to be home the entire time.

Laura works in a lab, so obviously can't "work from home". This leaves me with sofa-duty.

Well, I waited and waited. At 1 oclock I had a 10 minute conference call for work. At one thirty I get a phone call from Sears. Great! Or..not.

Buddy is calling to reschedule the delivery. Why? "Well, looks like the delivery guys tried calling you and the phone was busy". "Yah, but umm, why didn't ring the buzzer/doorbell!?!?! Like, I'm HERE! A busy signal means I am HOME".

So after an hour of being on the phone with customer service and telling them they'd better find a way of getting the truck back to my place today, the delivery was finally rescheduled to monday.

This meant i) another day of waiting around ii) the friends I was having over for dinner on saturday would be sitting on the floor.

Well, yesterday rolls around and they remembered to push the buzzer. But when I went down to let them in they looked at me like I was an alien - "You don't have an elevator? WE don't DO stairs."

At no stage in the game did any of the 10 customer service people I talked to from Sears on Friday ask me if I had an elevator. I'm in apartment 408, the top floor of a 3 1/2 floor building. If the delivery guys don't deliver up stairs unless they had a special team of 3 workers, wouldn't SOMEONE have thought to ask me this question!?!?!

So the guy goes "yup, we'll have to reschedule that for another day." I'm going to New York for 2 months leaving on Wednesday, there *IS* no other day to reschedule this for. I've already wasted 2 days of my life dealing with this bloody sofa, I'm not going to waste a third!! I even offered to help them carry it, but I guess from a liability standpoint they're not supposed to do that.

So I had the guys basically just unload the sofa from the truck. Laura came home from work and *we* moved it together. Like, give me a break, if Laura and I can move it these guys bloody well could have. It's just been such a massive headache and inconvenience all due to a lack of effort and organization at Sears' end.

I'm just happy we have the sofa, and it looks nice. Pictures to come.

Well, it's official.

My lavish, impromtu bachelor lifestyle has come to an end.

I moved in with Laura to our new place over the weekend. I must say, I'm actually really seriously excited about this. I'm confident that things will go well with Laura and I, and I really love the apartment. I'm hoping to get pictures up online once we've unpacked enough of the boxes that you can see the walls etc ; )

We made a big purchase over the weekend - we've ordered a sofa and a rug, to be delivered on Friday. Definitely our largest collective purchase to date. The upside is that as of Friday we're officially equipped to handle guests(yes, you).

Up next - painting, a coffee table, and a tv stand.

Also note, you want to visit me. Why? There's a CRAZY good ice cream place right near the new place. Trust me, you'll want to try this.