This weekend.

With an amazing overabundance of things to do this weekend, my life has been pretty busy.

The Pride Parade was again, alas, not visited by me this year. Multiple excuses and / or reasons follow.

Boyfriend's birthday - that's right, folks. I have had so much marzipan in the last three days that there must be some kind of worldwide shortage - expect almond prices to spike this week.

Becky's birthday - yet another reason for the eating of the cake. Also a reason for the drinking of the mojitos (see below)

Hungover from drinking due to celebration of these birthdays @ Charlies, Hopleaf, and some place I can't remember where we had pizza and yet more beer. Mojitos, Red delicious Appletinis, various free Stoli drinks, Malibus and Coke, and white Russians were had in abundance. An entire pizza was eaten at 2am. It is impossible that one should go out drinking with Becky and not get hammered, sloshed, wasted, and variously drunk - and somehow this turns into a food craving post-drinking. I'm not sure if the pizza was good, but it was salty delicious.

Meals at Red Lobster, The Pheonix, Giordianos, and the ice-cream aisle of Jewel-Osco.

Much giggling, throwing of pillows, falling down, eating directly from the ice-cream container, and amusing conversation was had by all.

As I seem to have managed to roll the bloated corpse of my body to the Regenstein, I think that I will do some work. Or take a nap. Or work on napping. Or nap while working. You know, whatever.

Rumors of thrifting today - Yay!

Good news.

All of those little rants got fixed yesterday - a squadron of people appeared in my apartment and fixed everything including things that I hadn't thought of (except the radiators, apparently the munchkins aren't done with them yet).

I am now in the Reg, spending some quality time with the Anti-Aesthetic and Ugly Feelings. Rock.

Remember Me?

Ok, I am back in circulation.

Sorry for the delay in Katie-ness, but this last month has been a bit full:

-Passed my orals
-Moved into a SWANKY new apartment 2 floors underneath Al.
-Also moved in with the Boyfriend
-Got a bike
-Fixed this bike
-Drove to Madison, Racine, Racine, Racine, Kenosha, Racine.
-Unpacked, realized that we didn't have enough bookshelves, repacked, got bookshelves, unpacked again.

Now things are assuming some kind of normality and calmness. The boy is starting work tomorrow, and I start my internship-writing-class-thingy Tuesday. After that it's working on le dissertation, cleaning, and thrift shopping. Eventually there will be a combo move-in party, but not until the guests will not have to wash their hands in the bathtub.

Which leads me to a tiny rant. Now, I know the reason that my apartment was not quite finished when we moved in (long story), however, there are a few things (like 20) that need to be fixed in there.

1. Cabinetry is mobile - like, it moves around, like, it's not attached to the wall or the floor and the countertop can be opened like some crazy laundry hamper of the damned. I mean, really - why have drawers when you can just pick up the countertop to reach your meat thermometer?

2. Screens - half of the screens seem to be, for whatever reason, missing. This is particularly annoying as the area around my apartment seems to be infested with jumping spiders and scary stinging flying bees.

3. Sink leaks - when telling my landlord about this one, she thought we meant that the faucet dripped. Not quite. Actually, all water put into the sink pours out of the pipe in the bottom making a little lake in my vanity.

4. Radiators are, inexplicably, missing - apparently they have been mailed away to some secret radiator care place where they will be buffed and shined a-la the tin man in the emerald city of OZ.

5. Front doorknob CAN BE ACCIDENTALLY PULLED OFF. This is the moment when the boy and I decided that we may be in some kind of alternate twilinght zone apartment. I think as a saftey precaution I may just pull off the knob and take it in at night, thereby thwarting any would-be burgulars.

6. The Closet - We only have one closet and the longest bar in there decided to come crashing down in the middle of the night leaving a pile of clothes, drywall, and a hole in the wall big enough to put my finger through. Upon further inspection we realized that this rod was held up by screws 1 in long put into the drywall (no studs). Apparently that bar was just for show or something.

7. The floors - actually, there is nothing wrong with the floors. They are freshly sanded and stained oak boards perfectly maintained. They are, however, also protected by the gods of lease-rider and everything that rests on them must be on little felt pads. Hundreds of chair cups and pieces of felt have invaded my home to protect the FRIGGING FLOOR from things like, you know, walking on them. Argggh.

Ok - that's all I have the strength for now. I am sure that these things will be fixed in a timely manner.

Hugs to everyone. I will be seeing you all soon, I'm sure.
KT