May 23rd, 2007

cap, captain miss america

Tea's Life in dialogue.

So I keep having things to update about and just not quite getting around to it.

Not anything important, really. Just things.

Apartment update:
Monday night, I ran into Jeff. Here is the conversation:
Jeff: Blah blah blah appliances are in, but I need a way to get into your apartment.
Tea: Don't you have a key?
Jeff: No?
Tea: What about that time you said you were going to make a key, so you borrowed my key for four hours to go get one made? Didn't you make one?
Jeff: Um, no? So I need a key. They're coming at ten AM.
Tea: Okay, that's around when I leave for work. If I don't run into you, I'll leave it in my mailbox for you, like I did last time.
Jeff: Okay!
Tea: Just put it back when you're done.
Jeff: Okay!
Tuesday (Yesterday) I get home from work. No appliances. I call my mother furious, halfway through call, Jeff walks into front lobby.
Tea: Hold on, he's here. I'll call you back. (Hangs up)
Jeff: Oh, hey, so the guy who was supposed to put the appliances in never showed up.
Tea: (thinking) riiiiight (speaking) Oh, okay. So...?
Jeff: They'll do it tomorrow.
Tea: Same time? Ten? I'll leave the key again.
Jeff: Okay!
Last night, I send Jeff an email confirming that this is the plan.
This morning at EIGHT TWENTY, the doorbell rings. Now, this is almost an hour before I have to get up for work. While in other circumstances, I would have been delighted that they came at all and let them in, my bathroom (in which I need to shower) and my clothes are all in the room in which they need to work. So this is a little difficult. So I told the guys to come back at ten. This is NOT JEFF, but I am assuming Jeff never bothered to tell them when to come.

So at ten to ten, I leave my apartment to head to work. And I run into the maintenance guy, whose name, I learn, is Angel.

Angel happily goes upstairs with me, looks at what needs to be done, and informs me that despite a work order for two air conditioners, there is only one. However, Angel, who spoke about six words of English, seemed to comprehend what I was saying and what needed to be done a lot better than Jeff, who is clearly American-born and speaks fluent English (mostly), is now working on getting my apartment done and I am very pleased with this progress.

In other news, I went to my local grocery store last night. I am madly, madly in love with my local grocery store, which is less than a block away from my apartment, although it has two separate entries and I keep leaving by the wrong one. I have already purchased sushi and delicious caprese salad from my local grocery store.

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In other news, I bought a bed! I had no fucking clue how expensive beds were. Shit. But this is the first time in my life I have ever had a real, serious bed since I was 12 and swore off beds in favor of being a pirate. Since I (mostly) got over the pirate bit, I have only had college beds and futons. Which brings me to the next part of this post:


Pirates: TOMORROW. Tickets are safely in my purse, if anyone else wants to come, check Fandango and buy a ticket for the 11:35 show at the 42nd Street E-Walk theater.

Since I will supposedly have my new bed tonight, spiralstairs, liret (and cacophonesque if you want to crash with us), I don't think you'll need a sleeping bag, because I have an air mattress. However, if you really prefer to sleep alone and not share, bring something to sleep on/in.

I usually get off work between 6-7, but since I am taking a couple days off, I might be a tad later. I'm thinking we can either meet at my place, I need to get pirated up, and then we can get food, or we can meet for food, go back, get pirated up, and then go to movie. Either way is fine with me.


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That is all!