Late last week, Mark, Sarah, and I received an e-mail that basically, in so many words, laid out precisely what we were in for come Saturday. On Saturday last, Mark, Sarah, Terrence, Nikki, Jonah, and I helped move Miss Nicole Wilson into the Grotto. Nicole is now my housemate.
Of course, nothing ever moves as smoothly as it should. Nicole arrived in short order. Jonah and I had planned to meet up with her as she had spent the previous Friday night out on the town with her girlfriend in Annapolis.
She was up-and-at-’em anyway on Saturday. The universe made a bold attempt at foiling her plans, but this woman is formidable. She won’t let Fate define her success.
U-Haul lost her reservation; Sarah got stuck in Government-Sponsored traffic; there was no coffee. Because Nicole is so generous, she let one of her helpers loose as she didn’t know when the goose chase was truly going to get started.
The manager was evil.
After interminable suffering, we secured the U-Haul trailer, hitched it up and headed to get some coffee at Starbucks, grab Nikki, and then meet Terrence at Nicole’s Adams Morgan cubierta.
Coffee, check; Mark, check; Nikki, check; Terrence, check.
Sadly, Terrence would have preferred Chinese water torture to being there, but instead of dragging his feet, he instead turned into a Moving God! He found the strength of Atlas and the endurance of John Holmes.
And then the games began. On to part two when I get around to it.
Posted Aug 26, 2002 - 10:14 AM
