Sorry for the long silence. It's been a busy and hectic few days.
I took Friday off work to bring a car-load of stuff to the apartment and clean. Lil Sis came over to help and did an amazing job cleaning the bathroom.
(The previous tenant--who is now my next door neighbour--is very nice, but I do no think she cleaned. At all. Ever.)
Then my friend C and Niecey G hung around for a while, as mentioned in the last post.
Saturday, Drummerboy* and I picked up the Uhaul, and then he and 3 of our church buddies loaded it up with all of my belongings. During this time, the Simple Cat and Daisy called a truce, and Daisy allowed the Simple Cat to cower beside her under Lil Sis's bed.
When we arrived at the apartment with the Uhaul, Mike the Band Leader showed up with a bunch more people from church. They had everything into the apartment in 15 minutes. I have never seen furniture moved so fast.
I spent the rest of the weekend unpacking. I think the place looks quite nice.
|view of the kitchen from the other side|
|and the bedroom|
Also the fridge is now adequately stocked.
Sunday, I had my date. It was.... ok I guess. We had a nice dinner. The Farmer is very nice and very much a gentleman, but I definitely get the feeling that he is the type of guy who expects the relationship to get physical after very little time has passed. I told him I am the sort of person who needs to take these things
E X T R E M E L Y S L O W L Y,
but idk if he took me seriously. I'll see him again to give him the benefit of the doubt, but I don't think it's going anywhere.
In other news, I've been asked to join a second church band as one of the bassists and backup vocalists they keep on rotation for their Tuesday evening service. I may also be joining Mike the Band Leader's actual band as a third vocalist. And all this time I didn't think I could sing at all....
Some highlights from my hour+ish commute:
*I think Drummerboy has a new girlfriend. I'd be lying if I said that didn't sting a little. I told Mumsy about it on Friday. She admitted to me that while she was talking to him Saturday, it took every ounce of her willpower not to punch him in the face and call him retarded because OBVIOUSLY I am like a billion light years out of his league and what in the hell is he thinking. That made me feel a little bit better.