minor couch hiccup but…WE’RE HERE!!!

holy mother of god it’s good to finally be settled in…it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either…

 Let me share with you a little story about two girls, a large sofa bed and a small doorway.

 So Jenn and I arrived at the apartment last night to drop off a bunch of our things. We weren’t going to start putting away stuff because we weren’t going to be sleeping there yet. We were going to move some furniture eventually though and knew we wanted to move one of the pull out couches from one bedroom into another because, well, one of them is snarsty. So, feeling super pro-active and willing to do some heavy lifting at the time, we proceed to move the snarsty huge pull out couch out of one of the bedrooms and bring it down the hallway.

Getting it out of the room was a challenge to begin with because we needed to put it vertically on its side to get it out of the door. Also, once we had the couch in this position, gravity kept pulling the bed out making it even more impossible to move. So after nearly crushing Jenn with the bed we get it out of the doorway and start making our way down the hallway taking out chunks of paint on the way, chipping the molding, etc. Not good.

 We get the mammouth piece of furniture three quarters of the way down the hallway when we realize, in agony, that we will not be able to squeeze this god forsaken couch past the radiator. There may have been some cursing at this point. Mostly from me because I find it necessary to scream at inanimate objects.

 This is when we decided to head back the way we came from; taking out more chunks of molding, scraping the walls, leaving wheel marks…super nice.  We get the darn thing in the doorway it came from and GET THE FREAKIN THING STUCK. And I don’t mean lightly nudged stuck I mean go get the crow bar or we’re gonna have to take off the door frame stuck.

At this point in the evening it’s about 12:30am, we’re exhausted, I’m cranky and we have to wake up for work in six hours. So we abandon the couch. We figure we can still get into the room from another doorway and can move around the couch so no problem. It can be dealt with at another time.

Well, we make our way into the kitchen and find a note on the fridge from the landlord letting all of the tenants know she will be showing all of the apartments during the week because it’s up for sale. We check the date when she’s coming to our apt and SURPRISE she’s coming the day after next. We freak out and realize that not only do we have a couch lodged in a doorway, we destroyed the walls and molding in the hallway.

After a tiny bit of panic, we realize we’ll have to get help the next day. Thank GOD my aunt is fantastic at getting out of crappy situations because I filled her in with our little problem and when she dropped us off at the apartment tonight we had the couch back where it came from in less than a half hour. We did have to take off the door, two wheels and a wooden peg but we got the stupid thing in there. UGH. Talk about a pain in the ass.

I guess this can go in the ”stupidest decisions ever made” file, eh?

Now all we have to do is unpack our lives and um, get to the bus tomorrow? Lol.

Frozen Chicken and Burnt Rice

Instead of going back into the archives of the many slip-ups A and I have amassed over this past week, I’m going to start fresh and save that stuff for when we get into a rut. Although this isn’t a true “Adventure on Noe Street”, since, as Alex said, we’re stll in her aunt’s guest house, it’s an adventure in preparation for our imminent move.

On Saturday we decided we should probably cook the chicken that was in the freezer before it went bad. Plus, we were hungry. So we pulled the chicken out of the freezer, decided that we should probably stick it in the microwave to thaw it a bit (called Alex’s mother to confirm that we shouldn’t keep it on its styrofoam tray) and then proceeded to extract it from that tray. One tiny problem – the chicken was stuck to the paper that is supposed to keep it from sticking to the styrofoam tray. Oh the irony. We tried to peel it off, but no such luck. After about 30 minutes of letting it run under warm water and poking and prodding at it, we decided to give up, stuck it in the fridge, and headed out to Robert’s (a deli sort of food / convenience store) to buy sandwiches.

Last night we went for Attempt #2 since it the chicken wouldn’t last much longer in the fridge. We finally got it off of the tray and stuck it in a GladWare with some Italian Dressing to marinate (anything to avoid putting oil in the pan… interns have bad luck with that sort of thing). Later in the evening we mustered up enough energy (and guts) to attempt to cook it. Alex took over chicken duty. I was in charge of the rice.

Everything was going smoothly. We didn’t have butter or margerine for the rice, so we improvised with Italian dressing (something tells me we’re going to go through a lot of Italian dressing this summer). Things were cooking! Imagine that!

17-22 minutes for the rice. OK. Cool. I sat down on the other side of the kitchen island to wait it out. A few minutes later the kitchen started to smell verrry familiar: burnt rice. I ran over and checked on it… Yep… the entire bottom layer of rice had adhered itself to the bottom of the pan. Not just stuck, GLUED. Blackened and all. I managed to salvage the top layers of rice which ended up being just enough for the two of us. Phew!

I doused the pan in dishsoap and water and let it soak while we ate. After a good 30 minutes of chipping away at the pan, I managed to salvage it. It looks as good as new, if I do say so myself.

After a lot of work to finish it, dinner turner out to be a success. The chicken was cooked through, though a little tough and the rice that wasn’t burnt was good. All in all, it was satisfactory. An A effort.

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