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06 may 2000
----- Killing time in my bed, which will soon be not mine, so I guess I'm really killing time on my mattress, which is the only thing I've yet to move out of here. My car won't be ready until late next week, so I've decided to keep my mattress in Venice until I have my own car with which to brave the PCH commute. The furniture went today in a U-Haul pickup. At the last minute, I decided against the cargo van, and it turned out to be a decent decision. The van would never have made it into the parking garage at the new place, and we would have wound up hauling furniture a quarter mile from the van to the apartment. As it was, AC and I backed up the truck less then ten yards from the apartment door, and the move was surprisingly easy. Then AC was enthralled by the home theater system, and we sat and watched snippets of James Bond movies for an hour or so. As we were leaving, one of my new neighbors (who I had met last night) said hi. He inquired how the move was coming, and told him it was basically done, but I wasn't moving _myself_ in until next weekend because I had no car and I was travelling to New York. "Oh, so you travel like T?" He was referring to my new roommate, who's in Chicago now. "No, not like him." "Good," he replied, "because he's _never_ here." In other words, I'm basically gonna have this nice ocean-view condo to myself most of the time. Kinda cool. So I'm taking AC and Gabby out to dinner tonight as a "thank you" for all their help with the move and my lack of a car. I told them to pick a place, as long as they can get me to LAX by 8:30. Ah yes, flying tonight, on the red-eye. I called the airline last night about an upgrade, and the guy was strangely apologetic... "I'm sorry sir, all I can offer you is a window seat." "You're offering me a window seat in first class and you're apologizing? Actually, I prefer the window." He sounded relieved, as if not offering me my choice of seat in the forward cabin was going to piss me off or something. C'mon now, I'm flying first class from LA to NY for $239 roundtrip and he thinks I'm gonna complain because I'm not on the aisle? The average frequent flier elite member must be an argumentative asshole or something. As for me, beggars can't be choosers. I'm feeling privileged. Hmm... wonder if I can get the upgrade on the return flight as well... Lotsa work to do tomorrow. I need to have phase one of our new company's website ready on monday, and I haven't even started coding it yet. I could kid myself into thinking I'll get work done on the plane tonight, but I think after taking advantage of the free drinks and extra-large seat I'll be sleeping like a baby for most of the trip. Which is ok by me, because I don't wanna be too jetlagged on monday at the office in Manhattan, especially if I need to explain this new site I haven't bothered to code yet. Getting the furniture moved today was a good thing. It's like a giant burden off my back, as if I've finally crossed the halfway point between here and there. This morning, if someone asked me where I live, I could only answer "I don't know." Now, I feel it, and I can honestly say "I live in Malibu." And now I'm off to New York. 06 may 1999: didn't write : 06 may 1998: malibu a bummer : The clerk explained that there was a shortage of plain potatoes. To which I asked "Does that mean that sour cream, onion, and bbq potatoes are growing wild?"
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