The hills are alive with the sound of swearing
9:00am
Amazing.
I realise now that I was in some kind of funk, I was enjoying the idea that the Brother had some how removed my joy and mojo (I was simply imaging the latter, since I just worked out it's been some 20 months since I got to use it. Hay now don't feel sorry for me! I had some stuff to work out.) While we were at the wedding. It turns out I'd just mislaid it. All I need was a road trip, some hard labour and a lot of talk.
What I thought was going to be a bloody miserable weekend was actually really good for the most part.
Friday I stayed in and watched Sci-fi, and only had a beer or two. Played darts for the first time in months and it showed. I was bloody horrible! Must start practicing again. Abed by midnight or so.
Saturday woke up bright and early and actually felt full of vim and vigor. That in itself hasn't happened for a couple of weeks, or so it seems. Got ready for the big day. Still no sign of Surly so I started doing the dishes. Some of which had been festering for a couple of weeks. You know the type, strange plant life was starting to grow from the remnants.. Anyway Surly finally arrives and were off for the Pennsylvania adventure. I think that this is my first time there, even though it's only a couple of hours away, I've never had the inclination to visit Pittsburgh or anywhere else there. It always struck me like one of those North of England mining towns that could no longer support the people. For reference, like the town that the "Full Monty" took place in. Or the Commitments. You know dark and dreary, with all the hope sucked out of it. I digress.
Sorry. Anyway as we get closer to the location of the move. I'm shocked by how closely the countryside actually looks like Wales or somewhere like that. Loads of hills and trains. Load of old industrial, and brick terraced houses. Very quaint. Very nostalgic for me at any rate, it's like the town that the Ex-wify's granny used to live in Cardiff. It actually felt old. If you know what I mean. It’s the closest thing to old I've found in America.
Yeah, yeah, yadda, yadda.
So we get to the move location at about 10 in the morning, and just jump in. Ripping shit out of this house and chucking it on the back of a truck. There's an older guy there who's leading the charge, so I start taking orders from him, once the room is clear and were actually throwing stuff on the truck. Now there's me and Surly and three other guys and it's a 12 foot truck. Of course the girlie were moving hasn't quite packed everything yet, so there's odds and ends. As the truck starts to fill Surly starts having panic attacks - *snicker* - I'm like "dude! Calm the frack down! It’s not your move!" He doesn't believe me. Turns out that the other guys are all family.
Bottom line is that it's like 90% humidity but were done in an hour and a half. It took us less time to move her than it did to drive it! Don't get me wrong, we were carrying stuff down a 45 degree hill. So we felt like we had worked. Once were finished - nothing broken, probably thanks to Surly's driving more than her Dad's packing skills :) Were sitting on the back of the truck chatting when someone points out that I'm British and "oh did you not notice that there's a cooler on the stoop". After the initial investigation we all start happily quaffing ale, while waiting for the Pizza. I don't really remember what was said after my third beer. It was some special stuff that is brewed in Pennsylvania, rather nice. I had Surly pick me up a case as the moving fee :)
So by the time that the church folk arrive at 1, were all pretty cheery. What with the amount of sun and beer ;) There's only one rule you have to remember they tell me. "Don't swear in front of there children." Bollocks. That's the only thing I can't do! *sigh* I try for best behavior mode. Oh but it's hard. While the guys are in the kitchen dismantling the ceiling fan (I have no idea! It's something about pissing contests and three electricians..) and were all eating pizza, the keep sayin' stuff like "your from Scotland! Have another!". Shit.
While we are leaving, there's lots of "come back for the house warming", "were having a party in a couple of weeks you should come down". Very nice, very friendly. On the way back I start the semi drunken ramblings. Some great stuff. Helped me rediscover the happy place inside myself. While were driving back were going through on and off thunder storms. When we get home, it's absolutely pissing down. Lightning is going off and instant bangs. Surly says he might be back later, we were planning on going to see some adult entertainment ;) If ya know what I mean..
I pour myself into bed, put the telly on, and try to figure out how long the howling madness outside is going to last. By the looks of it it's going to be a couple of hours.. Humm nap time.
I wake up, feeling good, shower all the days nastiness off. Wander down to the basement in my going out clothes. I'll play the game for a while then watch Big Brother. Just get settled in when there's a *bzzztzzt* Everything goes off. Bugger.
Yep the whole street is off. Never mind, have that last burger out of the freezer and grill it!
Mistake, the gas bottle is nearly out. Don't leave the burger on there for long enough. Haven't eaten all day and I have a hangover. You can see where this going..
Oops work calls.
Amazing.
I realise now that I was in some kind of funk, I was enjoying the idea that the Brother had some how removed my joy and mojo (I was simply imaging the latter, since I just worked out it's been some 20 months since I got to use it. Hay now don't feel sorry for me! I had some stuff to work out.) While we were at the wedding. It turns out I'd just mislaid it. All I need was a road trip, some hard labour and a lot of talk.
What I thought was going to be a bloody miserable weekend was actually really good for the most part.
Friday I stayed in and watched Sci-fi, and only had a beer or two. Played darts for the first time in months and it showed. I was bloody horrible! Must start practicing again. Abed by midnight or so.
Saturday woke up bright and early and actually felt full of vim and vigor. That in itself hasn't happened for a couple of weeks, or so it seems. Got ready for the big day. Still no sign of Surly so I started doing the dishes. Some of which had been festering for a couple of weeks. You know the type, strange plant life was starting to grow from the remnants.. Anyway Surly finally arrives and were off for the Pennsylvania adventure. I think that this is my first time there, even though it's only a couple of hours away, I've never had the inclination to visit Pittsburgh or anywhere else there. It always struck me like one of those North of England mining towns that could no longer support the people. For reference, like the town that the "Full Monty" took place in. Or the Commitments. You know dark and dreary, with all the hope sucked out of it. I digress.
Sorry. Anyway as we get closer to the location of the move. I'm shocked by how closely the countryside actually looks like Wales or somewhere like that. Loads of hills and trains. Load of old industrial, and brick terraced houses. Very quaint. Very nostalgic for me at any rate, it's like the town that the Ex-wify's granny used to live in Cardiff. It actually felt old. If you know what I mean. It’s the closest thing to old I've found in America.
Yeah, yeah, yadda, yadda.
So we get to the move location at about 10 in the morning, and just jump in. Ripping shit out of this house and chucking it on the back of a truck. There's an older guy there who's leading the charge, so I start taking orders from him, once the room is clear and were actually throwing stuff on the truck. Now there's me and Surly and three other guys and it's a 12 foot truck. Of course the girlie were moving hasn't quite packed everything yet, so there's odds and ends. As the truck starts to fill Surly starts having panic attacks - *snicker* - I'm like "dude! Calm the frack down! It’s not your move!" He doesn't believe me. Turns out that the other guys are all family.
Bottom line is that it's like 90% humidity but were done in an hour and a half. It took us less time to move her than it did to drive it! Don't get me wrong, we were carrying stuff down a 45 degree hill. So we felt like we had worked. Once were finished - nothing broken, probably thanks to Surly's driving more than her Dad's packing skills :) Were sitting on the back of the truck chatting when someone points out that I'm British and "oh did you not notice that there's a cooler on the stoop". After the initial investigation we all start happily quaffing ale, while waiting for the Pizza. I don't really remember what was said after my third beer. It was some special stuff that is brewed in Pennsylvania, rather nice. I had Surly pick me up a case as the moving fee :)
So by the time that the church folk arrive at 1, were all pretty cheery. What with the amount of sun and beer ;) There's only one rule you have to remember they tell me. "Don't swear in front of there children." Bollocks. That's the only thing I can't do! *sigh* I try for best behavior mode. Oh but it's hard. While the guys are in the kitchen dismantling the ceiling fan (I have no idea! It's something about pissing contests and three electricians..) and were all eating pizza, the keep sayin' stuff like "your from Scotland! Have another!". Shit.
While we are leaving, there's lots of "come back for the house warming", "were having a party in a couple of weeks you should come down". Very nice, very friendly. On the way back I start the semi drunken ramblings. Some great stuff. Helped me rediscover the happy place inside myself. While were driving back were going through on and off thunder storms. When we get home, it's absolutely pissing down. Lightning is going off and instant bangs. Surly says he might be back later, we were planning on going to see some adult entertainment ;) If ya know what I mean..
I pour myself into bed, put the telly on, and try to figure out how long the howling madness outside is going to last. By the looks of it it's going to be a couple of hours.. Humm nap time.
I wake up, feeling good, shower all the days nastiness off. Wander down to the basement in my going out clothes. I'll play the game for a while then watch Big Brother. Just get settled in when there's a *bzzztzzt* Everything goes off. Bugger.
Yep the whole street is off. Never mind, have that last burger out of the freezer and grill it!
Mistake, the gas bottle is nearly out. Don't leave the burger on there for long enough. Haven't eaten all day and I have a hangover. You can see where this going..
Oops work calls.
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