Bye Bye Bedstuy

Bye bye Bedstuy and hello... still Brooklyn?  (Record scratch!) That's right, I've gotten so good at moving in New York, that I've given up my pipe dream of living in the sewers of Manhattan (all I can afford) and stayed within the runty stepchild that is Brooklyn in the NYC borough family. And I've gotten so good at moving in general that I've realized something: I've become my parents.

Look, we all knew it would happen eventually, I just didn't think it would be so soon. However, if you rent a Uhaul twice within the span of one year in order to lug junk from one locale to another, you, by definition, are my parents. There is no denying that.

The only difference here is that the move was as easy as the morning we did it on: Sunday. It took approximately four hours, and I only had to pay one friend to help. Luckily, he accepts my preferred method of payment: a medium unsweetened ice tea with lemon from Dunkin' Donuts. Uhaul takes actual money and I didn't care for that.

Yesterday, I was so sore that I couldn't move until 12:00 pm. This is lame, unless you take into account the fact that I was running around all week and weekend between two apartments trying to pack and move all of my stuff. And I have a lot of stuff. We all do. But, it was a rainy Memorial Day, so it was ok for me to relax and to remember the good people who have perished in the good fight for this country. Everything that makes it possible for me to switch apartments on a whim.

The new place is great. My girlfriend is there so that's good. And we are making a room our own. My creativity is running wild. Currently, I'm working on a musical called Bye Bye Bedstuy!, which is a parody musical of Bye Bye Birdie. The only commonality between them that I can think of so far is the turtle on speed. But I'll get others. Don't worry. It's part of the process. Now, of you'll excuse me, I need to go unpack.