Moving the Belongings

Tonight’s my last night in my old apartment. Assuming everything goes well, I should be moved into my new place tomorrow night. Of course, various worries are travelling the well-worn pathway in my brain. What if they don’t have a U-Haul for me? What if when I double-park I block someone in? What if it gets towed while I’m waiting for my friends to show up? What if the floors aren’t really finished and it turns out I can’t move in tomorrow night after all? What if something breaks? What if Tall Red-Haired Guy and Wes both help me move and they wind up hitting it off together? (Well, that I shouldn’t care about.)

None of those things is going to happen, so there’s no point worrying about any of it. It’s what I do, though. But really, the move’s going to go fine.

Today I took myself to the movies. Twice. In the afternoon I saw “Waking Life” and in the evening I saw “Trembling Before G-d,” a documentary about gay and lesbian Orthodox Jews. So I had a Present Participle Movie Day. There are so many Present Participle Movies, aren’t there? Educating Rita. Eating Raoul. Boxing Helena. Breaking Away. Kicking and Screaming (ooh, a double). Leaving Las Vegas. Waiting to Exhale. Saving Private Ryan. Riding in Cars With Boys. Being John Malkovich.

Can you think of any others?

In between the two movies I had Thai food at Lemongrass, on 12th and University. I read “Hornito” while I ate. I had a table by the front window. Two tables away there were a man and a woman eating together. The woman had the loudest voice. I guess it was the type of situation where the man fell in love with the woman before he realized how loud she was, but by the time he realized her volume problem, it was too late — he’d already fallen hopeleslly in love with her. He had no choice but to accept this flaw.

Maybe that’s how we imperfect people wind up in couples.

Well, that’s one way, anyway.

So it was a day of aloneness. Not loneliness, but aloneness. (There’s a difference.) Really, most of the weekend was like that, except for hanging out with a gay couple on Friday night and going box-hunting with Tall Red-Haired Guy yesterday afternoon. I thought of going to Andy’s 4th Annual 30th Birthday Party last night, and I was almost going to go. But I was just way too tired, so I wound up staying in. Sorry, Andy. I’m sure it was a great party, though.

My social life really needs a kick in the pants to get moving.

Speaking of moving, I should be moved out of here in 24 hours. Oh, please let everything go okay. Please please please.

Didn’t moving rank as one of the most stressful life events, according to some stress-related survey a few years ago?

Anyway, I might not be able to blog until Wednesday, since I’m moving two days earlier than expected and my new phone service isn’t supposed to be connected until Wednesday. (Maybe I’ll look into a cable modem, like Bonibaru suggested.)

So have fun, everyone. Think of Present Participle Movies while I’m gone.