Old World Romance
What's poppin'? What's crackin'? My back, actually, as I was contorted putting blue painters tape on the trim and ceiling in my new bedroom. I can't really express how pleased I am to be moving into an actual real person house. It's about time I felt like a human again. I guess functionally I'm getting a chance to "play house" for a while. I really wanted to buy, but there were too many risk factors and my time horizon isn't quite long enough to make it worth my while. Plus, this house is very close to work and will facilitate easy entertaining. Backyard parties complete with Bocce Ball and lots of vino. Apparently there will be plenty of pasta and vino in our life, because the family that owns the house is Italian. And all the relatives live within a 1 mile radius. Including uncle Vito. I shit you not. Luckily, the husband is laid back and awesome and has a great sense of humor. Plus he fixes stuff.
The entire place was painted the color "Bone", of which I am not a huge fan. The landlady gave me money for paint, and apparently my color sense kicked in. I may not be able to dress myself, but can I select wall colors. Celing went back to white, walls in a creamy light yellow called "Old World Romance", and the trim in a semi-gloss white. It looks great, but it's taking a while to do 2 coats of everything and let it dry and tape off everything in between times. I'm sure those of you who paint know the deal, and it's not really that bad, except I had to fix some holes in the ceiling.
Top all this off with a cancelled bachelor party that was supposed to be in Chicago last weekend and my upcoming week in Seattle/Whistler it's a freakin' busy March. Fun, but full. Usually I have plenty of sittin' on my ass time, but this month not so much. The PS2 will have to stay off for a while longer. Plus, I'll be back in IC the weekend of April 9, pencil that in if you haven't already. I just realized that my trip to Washington will put my total US States visited total up to 45. It'd be cool if I can complete the set by the time I'm 30, but something tells me that's not realistic.
Ok, I have to go wash the white and yellow spots off my bald head.