Please see the only photo I could find from the night before we moved. I know somewhere there’s a picture of me drunk, sitting in an otherwise empty box, and a picture of Kacyn drunk, putting a casserole dish into a box, but I can’t find them right now. So instead, I give you this:
Thanks for all the help packing, honey!
Lately I’ve been thinking about how much things have changed over the last year.
* At this time in 2006, we were slowly unpacking the apartment.
* The Maxipads were prepping for our very first show. It was June 30, 2006 at the Quiet Storm. We wore velour jumpsuits and drank PBR pounders. Everyone we knew showed up, and it was one of the best nights of my life.
* I was about to be fired, but because those suckers gave me three weeks of warning, I was spending my days at work with my feet up on my desk, watching a live stream of World Cup soccer games, and then walking to the Buon Giorno Café in Market Square on my lunch break to drink overpriced Yuengling drafts (yes, drinking on my lunch hour. They told me they were firing me, people!) and to watch the games with the bartender, who affectionately dubbed me “Soccer Fan.” Robbo and I were also setting the alarm for 7am on Saturday and Sunday mornings to get up and drink and watch soccer. We definitely got World Cup fever. We were definitely drunk most of the day on most days. It definitely made the transition to living together easier. The neighbors definitely saw me in my underwear. Then introduced themselves and shook my hand. I plan to do the same thing with next year’s Summer Olympics.
And some things stayed the same.
On July 20, 2006, I wrote this: On my second day [at a new job], I rocked a hangover so hard that I threw up in the bathroom. Twice. Since then, I've been up to my usual tricks of "I wonder how much time I can kill in the bathroom?" and "I wonder how badly I'd have to hurt myself in order to go home and not the hospital?" So, same old shit.
Yup. Some things definitely never change.
2 comments:
Oh the memories... :) Nice post. Yea for the 40oz!
Awh I remember the second day [at a new job] post... that is when I knew I loved you. In a non creepy way if that is possible.
I was in Cali this time last year and I woke up at six to go to a bar and watch the US play. Yea for soccer!
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