Friday, March 28, 2014

Laundry and Other Things I'm Not Doing

It's Friday night and I'm doing laundry. 

Well, I'm thinking of doing laundry. I've been thinking about doing laundry for the past four days. Now I'm mostly thinking about going to buy new underwear and jeans so I don't have to do the laundry. 

This is the packing shenanigans all over again. I put the "o crap" in procrastination (you have to rearrange the letters, but it works.)

I was supposed to do laundry on Wednesday but I had to go workout and then make tea and sit on the couch looking at the boxes I still have to unpack. 

Then I couldn't do it Thursday because I had to go see The Railers at Hill Country.  I had to. They needed me to sway in the audience and do that thing where I awkwardly silent clap while holding my beer and my phone. Plus, they're awesome and you don't pass up awesome for, well, laundry. (More on the Railers later.)

Honestly, I don't think I can do laundry tonight either because I just started an episode of Parenthood which means there is a 80% chance I'll be a weepy mess in about 38 minutes. No one wants to be the weepy girl doing laundry on a Friday night. That's how you get a reputation in the building (as opposed to the reputation of being the girl who never has clean clothes...)

Since I brought up packing, I should tell you that the move went well -- thanks mostly to Pete, Trey, Maggie, and Imke, who made sure everything made it from one apartment to the other. They were lifesavers.  I, of course, being an idiot, decided to move the furniture all around after they left. I go to ballet barre classes and suddenly think I'm Captain America. (Is he strong? Or is he just patriotic? I don't really know super heroes.) I woke up sore all over the next day because apparently lifting one side of a couch and then running over and lifting the other side of the couch until it's across the room is not an efficient moving technique. Also, if the guy at World Market needs a back brace to carry your giant chair, then you probably shouldn't try to get it from the car to the elevator by yourself. No one is impressed. You're a year from turning 30 and you need to simmer down. 

I'm almost done unpacking except for those three boxes I keep staring at, as well as the last few photos I need to hang. Here's where things currently stand; I'll post more photos when I'm done and not hiding things off-camera. (I like a lot of prints and color, you guys, in case that isn't clear.)

So, as you can tell, I've been busy. I spent four straight days moving and unpacking and the last 10 days congratulating myself on having been so productive while stepping over and ignoring the last few boxes I hid under the table. Naturally,  I really needed a break from all this not packing and not doing laundry. The perfect time to go to another concert. 

You may remember The Railers from that time we all hung out at a bar with Brett Eldredge. They were only there for about 10 minutes but I'm pretty sure they thought we were awesome. It was obvious when we hung out after this latest show as well. And by "hung out," I mean that Anna and I walked by while they were eating and told them that we were looking forward to the show. And then afterwards they sold us t-shirts. But we definitely talked while they found my size and swiped my credit card. So, obviously we're best friends. More like family...but, like, the kind of family that you only see at family reunions and you don't have each other's contact info, and you don't know each other's last names. Whatever. Minor details. 

Seriously though, if you have a chance to see The Railers, do it. And you better do it soon because their album comes out later this year and they are going to be crazy famous and it will be hard to get tickets. I'm calling it. Their songs are catchy without being cheesy and they are incredibly talented performers, rocking out on such instruments as the highly underrated accordion and mandolin. When exactly does the album come out? Not soon enough. In the meantime, you can check them out on YouTube. 

Since I started this post, I successfully finished the episode of Parenthood without crying and have now started watching Breaking Amish on Netflix. I'm totally crushing this Friday night. 

I think it's too late to start the laundry. It wouldn't be safe to be all by myself in a basement doing laundry on a Friday night, right? Yeah, I agree. So it's settled. For safety. Fortunately, I have this new (super unbelievably soft) t-shirt from the concert last night to complement my sweatpants. 
My Friday night attire. I'm a world of hotness. Look out 'fellas.  

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