From the move-out at Coors Park comes the summer's freshest blockbuster:
Wow, moving is awful! I mean, there's nothing quite more effective at making your life feel in complete disarray than packing up everything you own and putting it all in boxes. The effect has probably been intensified due to long hours at work. I could have used a day off here and there to get things tightened down at the apartment.
But, the fact remains that the Coors Park era is officially over. The keys are turned in, and the bachelor pad has been split into three. After two years, the move-out felt a little hurried, but at least we were able to give the Christmas Stick a fitting tribute. While the townhouse was fun while it lasted, I do feel prepared to start something new. For all my bellyaching about the physical process of moving, what this move represents is EXTREMELY exciting.
So let's get through July, kids! Only 33 days to go!
I'm not so sure about this place...
When headless, run downstairs as fast as possible.