Once upon a time

Once upon a time....just following my 7yrs of college goodness I aligned myself with being able to pack everything I owned into my car ready to hit the road for any destination in the lower 48, I could be there ready to set up shop and make a life for myself within 5days.( Ex. Bozeman/Big Sky Montana and the failed attempt at working for Montana State University's Art dept. Thank you Osama Bin Laden) Today I decided that my impending move deserved a little pre-move preparation. Although I'm only moving 3 or so miles...I figured that crating and boxing some of my things would make it more enjoyable and allow for more unpacking and set up time at the new place without the hassle of a hundred trips back and forth. I had everything I own packed and ready to go within 1hr. Barring the couch that will make its way into the river/or dumpster, and the ginormous matress...I'm saddened by my lack of material posessions. You would think that accumulating stuff wouldn't be that hard..I've been on the professional boat for 7yrs now....where is all my junk? I cook everyday..... I cook decent food everyday, and I had my kitchen packed in 10minutes. No wayward pots and pans...everything in one box. SAD.
If it takes as much time to move as it did to prepare...I'll be living large in the new place by 10am Friday morning. That ladies and gentlemen means one thing and one thing alone. Celebration time for moving out of the heart of Ghetto. Happy hour and and late dinner.
Your mission should you choose to accept it is to meet me at Katie O'brynes, across the street to the Grogg Shoppe, follow to Clinton's Ditch, up to the Union Inn, over to the Backstage Tavern...and ending for a late meal at the Water's Edge Lighthouse restaurant. Ok, ok...I lied, I'll be enjoying a Guinness or two on my balcony and using one of my meager selections of pot and pan to do some home cooking, first meal type gig at the new whip. What is on the menu? I only know that the blender is in tow and a Guinness milkshake will be a desserty good thing. [Never had a guinness milk shake before? I think you should.....Mmmmm mmmmm Yummers => I just punched myself in the gonadski's for that]

I can also say that I'm not in the slightest bit emotionally distraught over the prospect of never setting eyes on the hooker riding a bike again. I guess that really isn't a truism either, I'm searching in earnest for her so I can snap a camera-phone image and post...for hilarity's sake. (I hope I get a good shot...becuase it made milk come out my nose gut laughing when I 1st saw it... and I hadn't had a glass of milk for a week)