On Wednesday, Matt and I began our move from Watertown to Newton. Before the Hot Tuna show, we moved boxes and then afterwards discovered Paddy’s Pub at the end of our block. A nice place, with burgers, pizza, pasta, soup, and beer. Apparently in the fall they have acoustic music on certain nights. Cool!
Yesterday, we did a lot more moving. We had a few extra folks to help us during the day, but for the last batch, it was just Matt and I. Now, I am not in particularly good shape, nor am I strong. In fact, I am a big fan of hiring movers. Matt said no, because we could easily do it ourselves. But Matt’s brilliant idea was to have me help him move the couch.
Moving this couch with Matt was one of the worst experiences of my life. It was agony. I have endured a bit of misfortune in my life, and even keeping that into consideration, I consider the couch-moving experience one of the worst I’ve had. I am not being hyperbolic in the least — it was awful. I’d pick it up and immediately drop it because I was just not strong enough to hold it up. I wound up trapped in corners, the couch landed on my feet a few times, I pulled about five muscles, and cried throughout 70% of the ordeal.
Next time we move, which hopefully won’t be for another five years, when we need more space…I am definitely going to hire a moving company! Never again will I deal with the torture I deal with last night. Never again, I say!
And now…all we have left to move is: an entertainment unit, a dresser, a chest, a bed (complete with box spring, headboard & footbard), a nightstand, two little dresser things, two desks, and an end table. Plus tons of boxes! AHHHHH!!!!!1!Filed under Greater Boston (General), Greater Boston Restaurants, My Life |