I'm packing heat...

Into old boxes...



Which is to say, it's hot and my life is being contained. Which is to say I might shoot myself...

Not really.

But MAN! Moving totally sucks... you forget how much...

Last night, I packed for hours and hours (10 of em), and then took myself to the Foxhead for a drink to decompress...

There was I was, sitting alone at the bar with a vodka tonic dripping on my hand, watching some boys in tight suits throw balls at each other in California (Is NOMO really a name?!)

When in walked John Freyer, always a nice person to see.

We got to chatting, and it turned out his out-of-town-guest was visiting from Atlanta! Yay! So we chatted about the ATL and he gave me his card...

So now we have 4 people we know in our new hometown!!!

(I put the gun down)

Now back to my boxes...