In fact, we've had a lot of fun with the local restaurants, and if there's one thing about Sacramento that I'm learning to enjoy, it's that so many posh-yet-inexpensive eateries abound in such a small space.
My BAM today may be a little underwhelming for you, gentle reader, but it was awesome for me. I (sort of) moved in to my apartment!!
R had an afternoon golf game (and, at some point, given our corporate culture, I will almost certainly go and play, but I will promise you two things: first, that I will not blog about it beyond mentioning that it happened, and second, that I will be terrible at it). Since he represents nearly 100% of the people in town that I know, I decided that I'd make a quick trip to Target and to Safeway (Safeway=Publix, for my southern peeps) to stock the apartment up. After doing so, I intended to head out to the local Indie Theater to see the Norwegian thriller "Headhunters", but...
Occasionally, I have these moments. They can't be described as "responsible" without sounding silly, but they lead me to make the "adult" choice rather than the "twenty-something" choice, and I enjoy these moments, because they make me feel all grown-up and stuff.
It occurred to me that I had brought quite a few things from my house in my checked luggage, and that, at some point, I'd need to move them into my apartment. Part of my brain (the "twenty-something" part) kept insisting, "Hey, man, just move that junk in when the rest of your stuff gets here from South Carolina! Party on! Norwegian thriller, well-reviewed, limited showtimes... come ON, man!"
But I shouted that voice down, you'll be happy to know, and decided instead to go ahead and move most of my stuff into the apartment.
Which. Took. The. Entire. Day.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm glad that it's done. I just wish I had something more fun to share with you. "I did laundry!", while true, is not particularly exciting.
...Although I DO have a funny laundry story:
I put my clothes for the week into the washing machine, which is helpfully located in my bathroom, and started her up. This takes about an hour, more or less, and I decided to pass the time puttering about and assigning various cabinets and drawers various tasks:
"You will be the plates cabinet."
"You will be the shaving drawer."
"You will be the corner where I stick the computer/iPod/networking cables that I don't need that I inexplicably brought with me anyway."
And so on.
After about an hour, I went to go take the stuff out of the wash. "Hello," I said to myself, "why is all of this stuff remarkably dry? And still soaked in soap?"
Because, naturally, I had put them in the dryer.
Loves to all of you. I'm starting my very first day of work tomorrow (yes, I did actually finally get them all washed and dried, so I won't have to wear sweatpants to the office on my first day), and I'm sure that it will be, as I really feel every day should be: