damn windows 2000, where's my beer?

man, my techhead/geeker friends have the best toys in the whole world. i'm writing this entry on a laptop with a wireless cable modem. total freedom of movement. it's beautiful. i can only dream of such joy to fill my little life someday...so, yeah. i'm writing on luke's little mechanical beastie while firmly ensconced in a sore muscle/chianti stupor.

today was the day that i became part of the endeavor that was roos' ultimate catapult out of the winter doldrums: the infamous and long awaited move to his brand new apartment, back in brooklyn where all good monkeys belong. it was not the sort of endeavor to be taken lightly--roos has accumulated a truly prodigious amount of stuff in his time here in the naked city. the party began with a mighty army of three (me, roos, melissa), but that was not sufficient, so we called in the reserves. this is why luke gets the gold star of joy for the day: his extra brute force enabled us to actually finish the whole damn job in just about five hours (three and a half to pack, just over an hour to unload the van)...not to sell the rest of us short, but it was a four person job. three could have carried it off, but we'd still be working on it right now.

as a result of this endeavor, muscles that were already screaming from their rapid toss back into the pool of kickboxing bliss after a two week absence are pretty much not going to be speaking to me for the forseeable future. i am a hurting monkey. but then, so are we all. we did some ridiculous moving action today. i'm very proud of us.

in addition to being pleased with our accomplishment, i'm also happy to have been part of this (despite the pain) because it's granted me a brief respite from the horrendous funk that has been my life for what feels like so very long. i liked being part of something that makes someone so important to me happy. i liked collapsing onto roos' couch with the rest of the brute squad after the last piece of furniture had been moved in. i like the fact that i'm now safely ensconced in a nice warm room with two of my closest friends, where we are all grumbling about our muscular aches and pains, drinking beer, eating cheese and just generally having one of those nice, comfortable lovely moments that is getting filed away into my memory under "things to pull up when life really starts to suck." it's definitely one of those moments where i feel...nice in my own life. and god knows that those moments have been few and far between of late.

so here's to the brute squad, the little moving team that could, three day weekends and the promise of muscles that are sore in a good way tomorrow morning.

p.s. biscuit, if you're reading this, we miss you very much. have a good time in the wild west and come home soon. luff luff!