Ow ow ow ow, mmmmm!

Oh man, I hurt! I ache all over. I ache in three counties. Today akawil, ladymondegreen, and I rented a U-Haul to do a three-pointed furniture move. Beth had some bookshelves, a futon, and other stuff at her parents’ place, we needed bookshelves and other stuff, Chris needed a futon, I wanted to move some books and whatnot. We’d planned to move stuff last month, but got snowed out. So, today. Complications:

1. We got moving over an hour later than originally intended.
2. The truck we’d reserved wouldn’t start, so they had to scrounge us up a new one.
3. The cops stopped us on the way into the Holland Tunnel to check that we weren’t carrying, like, explosives or anything.
4. Our travel route involved Canal Street, which has the worst traffic of any street in NYC, even in Sundays.
5. Our directions (from Yahoo Maps) told us to take the Brooklyn Bridge, which doesn’t allow trucks. We had to take the Manhattan Bridge and improvise.
6. Damn, that shit was heavy.
7. Couldn’t find a parking spot nearer Chris’s place than at the other end of a very long block.
8. Damn, that futon mattress was not just heavy, but probably the single most awkward thing I’ve ever had to move in my life, including the couch which (years ago) Chris and I could get into our apartment only by taking the legs off and taking our door off its hinges.
9. Canal Street, again.
10. Yes, officer, I see the sign saying No commercial traffic in the Holland Tunnel, but I didn’t think a rented U-Haul counted as commercial traffic. OK, Lincoln Tunnel it is.

Finally, all done. I’ve got all my CDs over here now, and a bunch more books and two more Bozo’s shoeboxes full of comics pamphlets. We’ve got a couple more bookcases, a desk, and one of those tables you put a TV and VCR in.

We also discovered that the Journal Square area of Jersey City has a thriving Indian neighborhood. We stopped off for delicious vegetarian dosas and curries on the way home from dropping off the truck, around 9:30 (the first meal any of us’d had in about twleve hours).

I think I can skip tomorrow’s workout.