THE END OF AN ERA

Meghan: Whoa, for a second I thought Stacy wrote "ear." Era. Good. Carry on.

Stacy: Like, "Errrrrrahh" I have no idea what that means...

Anyway, this is it. Our last day working together. Or at least, working together for someone else. We will be working together (watch out world) on our own business venture soon, but today for the last time together we have on our name tags and our happy faces, and will be serving the public until midnight. That sounds kinda dirty doesn't it?

I am about 5 shots of espresso into the day so far, and my left eye keeps twitching. Should I be concerned? NAH, just need more caffeine!!

Creme de la Creme

I just spent three hours with some of the most fabulous people I have ever met.

Dan and Marcy graciously agreed to have an impromptu gathering of amazing people at their house this evening. Eric, Shaun, Sparky, Sarah, Squiddy, Alice and Patrick stopped by and hung out in the cabana, drank, and talked about life... Well, mainly we talked about work and finger puppets made to represent the plagues that led up to passover (in my three Red Stripes state I almost wrote Holocaust here, but that would be stupid and historically inaccurate)... It was wonderful. I had so much fun.

How can I leave these fantastic people behind? It caused a small crisis of faith to think that in one week I will only know a handful of people in the city I live in. Plus, they will probably not joke about making finger puppet sets of the martyred saints complete with miniature stones and missing eyeballs. Oh, Buffalo... I will miss you.

On the bright side, Steve, Stacy and I managed to get most of the stuff in my apartment into boxes and ready to be loaded on a truck! Go team, go!

Stacy Refuses to Write

In the interest of truly freaking out about moving, Stacy actually picked up a pen and paper today, wrote a STORY, and still won't put up a blog. I think it's because she's a punk, but she keeps whining about how she's "just too busy." This could mean one of two things. The choices are (a) I'm right, and she's a huge wimp, or (b) she is doing much more packing than I am. I guess it could also be a combination of the two.

Anyway, Stacy's refusal to log onto our blog aside, let me tell you the story of THE WORST TUESDAY EVER. The caps are for effect, you see. The plan for today, as I understood it, was that I would fly to NYC and attend a "job fair." I put that in quotes for those of you who understand that this does not, in any way, even guarantee me an interview. Then I was supposed to have two interviews tomorrow. I went to work, I went to the airport in my suit, I went through security... I was doing okay right up until the point where I would actually be boarding said plane. Which, by the way, never actually arrived. Turns out that flights are occasionally cancelled due to "extreme weather (or "rain," as we laymen call it)". Lucky me. This is sweet. I love the prospect of unemployment, and perhaps eventual prostitution to pay my rent.

So I'm still in Buffalo, and have only managed to pack three or four boxes of my stuff, and we leave on Sunday. I can't wait to see how I pull this one off.

More Packing

Okay, it's Meghan again.

I just spent an ungodly amount of time not packing, but trying really hard to pack. I think I need a packing coach. I keep thinking "I'll pack this," and then going, "Oh well, I should pack that after I've done this."

Not an effective strategy.

Stacy is still at work, and after that, I think we are going to Dan & Marcy's to say goodbye, and drink some wine. I'm currently working on packing my "media." It isn't going that well. I thought I would be organized like Stacy and get my CDs and DVDs into a booklet, but I didn't buy a booklet. The ones I had weren't full, but now I have left-over DVDs and I'm not sure if I should just pack them in their cases or if I should buy a new CD case... like I have any money.

I would pay someone to do this for me. I now understand why movers make so much money. They totally deserve it. There is nothing more stressful than moving!