Moving Weekend Installment II: Exhaustaleeza Rice

We woke up Sunday and hurried to get ready for church, since the morning service was meeting at 10:30am in the Southwest corner of the Great Lawn of Central Park. We found ourselves on the Southwest-ish area of Sheep’s Meadow (note: different from the Great Lawn) at 11:15am. Needless to say: church did not happen.

After we got off to such a great start, we ascertained that we were in the neighborhood of our new apartment and set off to the West Side. After viewing the selection of sleeper couches that Jennifer Convertibles had to offer, we made a decision that had been imminent since the day we decided to move to New York.

That’s right, we went to Ikea.

We bit the bullet, boarded a New Jersey-bound bus at the Port Authority and headed to the Swedish home conglomerate. Ikea has a very specific organization to it, which was nice because everything was organized (in a controlled-chaos type of way) but made it difficult to try and retrace our steps. Armed with an Ikea-issued list, yellow bag, a golf cart pencil and a text from MK that read “Godspeed”, we ascended the escalator and into the madness.

We made sure to carefully mark each item we wanted on our list, and eventually accumulated two other yellow bags full of inexpensive kitchen goods. It was not until we reached the end of the labyrinth and found ourselves in the midst of the get-it-yourself warehouse when we were told that we were supposed to be ordering the items we wanted from each individual department as we went. Deflated, AV and I left KR with all the bags in the middle of the dining table showroom.

Once our major items had been reserved, we made it through the zoo known as the children’s section and back to the self-serve furniture warehouse. I say self-serve as if it where as easy as grabbing a cone of frozen yogurt at Jason’s Deli, but Weak Girl Arms prevailed and KR and I had a brief debacle that included a broken glass jar and a near-incident involving a coffee table. The eye-level boxes on the shelf were black, but the ones about a foot and a half above our heads were black-brown, which seemed worth it at the time. The coffee table somehow made it onto the cart, and no necks were broken.

Luckily, the delivery guy at Ikea was very accommodating and we got to leave the bulk of our load with him to deal with. We managed to make it to our new apartment without breaking anything else and were ultimately pleased with our weekend productivity.

I also skinned my knee tonight…I’m fairly confident that hadn’t happened in 16 years.

Just when I was starting to feel like a grown-up.

“Only with laughter can you win.”
-Rosie Thomas