Wow, what an eventful weekend. Well, I finally moved into my new place in New Britain, CT only 12 minutes from the ESPN campus. There is a pretty interesting story revolving around this past weekend but first I need to make mention of something that was just recently brought to my attention by a friend. Let's, for the sake of argument, call him Brody. Ok, his name is Brody. Anyway, he showed me a link his friend Joey sent him. So thanks to Joey or whoever sent it to you. Though I'm sure I would've found this myself if not for the news making mention of it soon enough.
Check out this link for an official press release and then click here to find the details of this hilariously tragic tale. (Hopefully it's still running when you click on it. Apparently the secret service has been shutting down numerous sites that host this info.)
That's right boys and girls, you can now call and/or email a slew of celebrities including but not limited to Ashlee Simpson, Lindsay Lohan, Lil' Jon, Ashley Olsen, Dave Chappelle, Usher, Fred Durst, and Christina Aguilera among many, many others.
Even though we laugh at the fact that some hacker got inside Paris...uh, I mean her T-Mobile Sidekick...we should feel (very) slightly bad for her and her predicament. If you scroll down a ways you can see a link to a page that has pics taken from the camera on Paris's Sidekick including some showing her ta-ta's. Amazing, huh? Who knew the military guys in the '70s would've created such a device that could allow us so many ways to invade celebrities' privacy? God bless it.
Anyhoo, on to the move.
I moved on Saturday and let me tell you right off the bat that moving sucks ass. My father and I drove an hour to my new place after packing the moving truck with everything I needed to live a normal life. Upon getting there and meeting up with the new roomy we unloaded all my stuff. It's not that easy though because there was a small stairway that was awkardly positioned between two sets of doors (that get locked) and a railing not to mention a small-ass elevator, more doors and my apartment being about 70 yards down a narrow hallway. Needless to say (and all run-on sentences aside), it was a pain in the ass (and my back).
Once we finally cleaned out all my stuff we had to drive to my roommate's place to pick up all of his stuff. We orchestrated a one-truck-multiple-runs campaign so that we could all save some money. However the roommate's place is in Attleboro, MA. If you don't know where that is, imagine this. You know where Boston is? Ok, think about 30 minutes southwest of that and 10 minutes from Foxboro (home of the Patriots) and 15 minutes from Providence. That's almost a 2 hour drive in a moving truck. Oh, and did I mention that the cab of said truck only had two seats, not a bench seat? Well it did and I was forced to sit in the middle on an endtable. Needless to say, I was not comfortable at all. To be fair, my roommate took the spot on the way back and he's slightly taller than I am.
We finally got to his place and started loading up all of his trinkets and furniture. This was mildly amusing though because his roommates all had super thick Boston accents. In between lifting mattresses and boxes I had a little convo with one especially quirky roommate. He was super excited because he had just purchased opening day tickets for the Sox and Yankees at Fenway. He was (obviously) excited about the oppurtunity to applaud the presentation of the World Series pennant and rings that would be given out to the players before the game. Which is doubly funny since it'll happen right in front of the Yankees' faces. Isn't it lovely how life works out sometimes?
Anyway, we drive back to my new place and have to unload all of my roommate's stuff. We started the day at 9am and finished at 8pm. My roommate, my 48 year-old father (with two bad shoulders) and I were dead tired and sore. Think of that scene in Eurotrip where the kooky long-haired best friend goes to the sex parlor in Amsterdam. Well, minus the unwanted sodomy. (Shudder.)
We still need to buy some furniture for living room like another couch and a coffee table. We also need ideas for the wallspace in there. We were thinking of getting a close-up of a vagina and blowing it up to like 4'x6' size but ya know, that could be sort of, well...foward and/or gross for visitors. Got any suggestions? IM or email me.
By the way, "borrowing" someone else's wireless internet signal for your own benefit while waiting for yours to be installed on Wednesday is F'ing sweet. Booyakasha!
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