Hey, folks - Mr. Scoop and I closed on the new condo! It has a little balcony off the the back of the kitchen. Mr. Scoop even managed to check it for pee-worthiness before we got the condo agreement that explicitly forbids "noxious" behavior. I'm excited for the balcony because I know that some night I'm going to feel the need to try out the acoustics of the alley it overlooks with my best Evita impression.
And, I will get drunk enough for this to happen. My mom has promised me a wine fridge as a housewarming present. Mr. Scoop has already determined that he is soon going to be the proud owner of a keggerator. Be afraid, O Yuppie Neighbors We Have Yet To Meet! Be very afraid!
So the actual move is this Saturday. We've been up to our eyeballs in cardboard boxes for the last two weeks trying to pack while we waited for the official "Clear to Close" on the mortgage. I've determined that I own entirely too much stuff and yet I can't seem to part with any of it. On top of that, at school we are also in the process of packing up so we can move our wing to a new school building. Between the two moves, I've decided that if I never see another cardboard box again it will be too soon.
So, I apologize that you haven't heard from me in a while. In theory, once we complete the move, both Mr. Scoop and I will each have access to our own computers so there's no excuse for not being able to get onto one of them to update our blogs on a more consistent basis. You know...other than regularly scheduled keg stands with related blackout psychosis because of daily, unimpeded access to the keggerator.