Movers, or a fiasco in three acts.

Today was the day that the worst movers came. It wasn't so much that the guys doing the moving were bad; they were good in fact. I was just disappointed that their office played the game of sending the guys with a price that was different than the agreed upon price, so had to dig out the contract with the other price.. yadda yadda. Next act, we had more items than were agreed on the inventory, so their truck was too small, and of course they needed some money (a bribe) to take some extra boxes. Finally, to cap it all off, our part of town had nearly 4 inches of rain as they were loading the trailer. The pool outside was overflowing, and rain was pouring into the trailer as those guys loaded it. The guys did work hard loadin what they did up, and man its rough to think of 'em bein drowned rats in the rain. All told, our stuff made it to Austin, with only 3 or 4 well soaked boxes. Down side? we're not done with the move. There's a small trailer full of crap in the garage yet to go, including my computer and Chaz's xmas stuff. So much for motorcycle ride on Saturday; Chaz is going to get a trailer up here, we'll load it, do the walkthrough, and close this place out Saturday.

On the upside, being on the road, I'm at the Anatole this weekend. Holy cow does this place take on a new meaning after having been in Asia; the art and the design takes on new meaning.