In less than 24 hours, Kate will be officially residing in this domicile. It is kind of freaky, but not too much so–she is here almost all of the time anyway. Since New Years, I think she/we have stayed at her house twice. I might even go so far as to say three times. It is not like it is a big change, just a title change–which makes me think of funny work-related stuff. “No, we cannot give you a raise or a promotion, but we can go as far as changing your title!” Except the title change is indifferent-to-bad and the Kate-at-the-eHouse is nifty and much awaited.
Just a reminder. I have about 3 liters of bourbon that is in the process of being transmorgrified into mint jupeps. Anyone who helps the move gets their fair share. Anyone who does not get double that. (We have digital cameras, and nothing spreads over-drunken embarrassment faster than the internet!)
Drinking Newcastle, watching Buckaroo Banzai, Kate asleep beside me. It always trips me out that Buckaroo dresses like Pee Wee, is a physicist, a chemist, a neurosurgeon, a musician, AND can ride a Harley.
“I don’t have plans or schemes
And I don’t have hopes or dreams…”
I *really* want a Harley Sportster 883C, but am not sure I can afford it or take it to New York. I am going to have enough of a hard time leaving the convertible here at my parent’s house, and not being able to enjoy it while making the last year of payments. Well, maybe in Brooklyn, I will be able to afford an extra 7K for an 883C and ride around the country on the weekends. Probably not. At the very least, I will have a fairly new nifty little convertible I can return to in several years that will be paid off and will be like a little surprise present.
Part of me is really looking forward to the changes and adventure of living in another state, and part of me is remembering the perceived isolation of my quote-unquote-adventure in Boston. It is tough to make that transition from a car culture to a public-transit-standing-and-waiting-for-it-in-the-snow culture, but I’ll do it for Kitty! (I love you, Kitty!)
(This is not meant to be sad or depressing, but in re-reading what I typed, it certainly gives off that vibe. Sorry ’bout that. It was not intended to be so.)
“We are not in the 8th dimension. We are over New Jersey.”
Watch for the next adventure of Buckaroo Banzai: Buckaroo Banzai Against the World Crime League