moving sucks/no imgs
If that were the name of a metal song, it would be Moving Sucks (No Imgs) or Moving Sucks (…no imgs). And it would be by the band Blastphemy. Or Blastphemer. Oooo or BlastFemur.
Forget this shit, if you ever try to take that band name, I’ll kill you. Besides, it’s here right now on the web on my site, so it’s copyrighted ChewyKolchuk 2007, and that means you lose!
But I digress…
We moved the bike shop from one location to another this weekend. As we all know, moving SUCKS. But you do it and that’s just how it goes. If you do it right, it turns out to be an Event that happens in your life. Last weekend was that. The only problem right now is that I can’t login to the server to post the pics. I’ll have to cuss at my webservemastercylinder and get him to flip a switch somewhere. In the meantime, here’s the commentary that accompanies all the bitchin pics that will soon be on this post. It goes a little something like this…
We started moving on Thursday kind of, when we had all the folks that had worked there in that location. We had pizza and beers and Dave’s chitlins watched that animated penguins/surfing movie that came out recently. Which meant that we all watched that. Dean and I live near each other, so we hit the local watering hole which is 5 blocks from our places. Just one shot of tequila to close the shop down all Official Style and shit.
Friday, we started moving for real, and wouldn’t you know it, Adam drove up from Santa Rosa for the weekend just to hang out. Waitaminit, SANTA ROSA!? Yeah. 850 miles. Well, let’s do it. Adam had his first Rainier in many a moon, so I hooked him up and then we all went to the local watering hole again on the way home.
Saturday was balls to the wall. Box, pack, toss, dismantle, lift…you know the deal. Dave’s son Levi showed up in a cape, as most superheroes do. His cape seemed to be made from a dish towel, which isn’t surprising since obviously he needs to keep his secret identity a secret. He showed up completely in disguise, which went so far as to have him wearing secret Image-Altering Lipstick, which he applied by eating a mountain of Doritos. He also was wearing a single orange glove on his eating hand, which I bet covered up his Super Kung Fu Fist. The capper though, was the duct tape holding the cape together. I mean come on! Superheroes aren’t so completely badass that they can just do away with duct tape! EVERYBODY needs duct tape in their lives. PERIOD. But I digress again… We took loads to the new place and then we all went out to dinner, when we were met by Adam and his two brothers. Followed by another teeny tiny little visit to the local watering hole on the way home again. No tequila.
Sunday? I hate moving. It sucks. But at least we had this guy prodding us along. Every chance I got, I would yell at somebody in my bad Aussie accent, “Harden the fuck up!” Yeah, that was good times. One of the funniest parts was definitely throwing spackle on the walls. We put so many holes in the walls from both installing fixtures (those mirrors were a direct attack on the north wall) and from inexperienced bike folks bashing their pedals into the walls going in and out of the shop. Holy crap, we had a pin cushion for walls.
But! We got it done and we absolutely STUFFED the new place in a completely haphazard fashion. We are so packed, we got bikes in the bathroom, just chillin. And for the rest of the week, we have mobile obligations, so we won’t get back to unpacking until Saturday. One thing’s for sure, I’m sleeping in on Saturday.
This is Chewy, he reckons he needs his beauty sleep because he hasn’t had a day off in some time. Hey Chewy, it would be adviseable for you to harden the fuck up!
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