movers and shakers.

bRoOkLyN. dAy oNe. so far so good.

yesterday - a lot of lifting. a lot of cleaning. a lot of unpacking.
tonight - more cleaning. more unpacking. and painting. yay painting (!)

oh, the move itself. somehow meg's dad (who, by the by, is my new favorite person) managed to get all our stuff from the east village and a midtown storage space to a 3rd floor apartment in williamsburg with little other than the help of 2 twentysomething girls, all the while keeping us entertained and laughing. the pinnacle of the experience though was the u-haul rental. oh, lovely bushwick, you cease to amaze me with your assorted cast of characters. there was no way to politely get a picture of the woman who rented me the truck and the 3-4 teeth she was clinging to with dear life, but i think this shot of her desk speaks volumes and can give a pretty good idea of who i was dealing with. her rolodex was by far my favorite accessory. though the knocked over foam cup of writing instruments was also a nice touch. somehow, when i'm involved, it's always an adventure.