Measure twice, future mod once

I am sad to report that our much beloved and 100% future modded (and of course not yet purchased) Bolero bed does not fit into our bedroom by 3/4 of an inch. We could theoretically throw it in the middle of the room and not put any other furniture up there at all.

Or we could stuff it into the 64 1/4 inch alcove that perfectly fits a queen bed but not a queen bed with an epic hydraulic system. If we can get the bed stuffed in there, we can fit a middle school marching band in the rest of the bedroom. More specifically, we can have a separate work space for Gui's beautiful table, a wardrobe, something to stuff our clothing into, and enough room to move around.

Or we can have the Bolero bed and nothing else. So we're going in a different, less epic, non-hydraulic direction.

Lesson learned. I apologize for my hubris regarding my secret adult race car bed and the fact that you don't have one. Now I don't either.

In better news, we got our keys tonight and had a lot of fun measuring the apartment, airing out the feet smell that pervades the fridge, and picking out furniture that actually fits into our place. Turns out the bedroom is smaller and more weirdly laid out than we recalled, but the living room is bigger and squarer, so we're investing our hydraulic bed money into a bigger and more comfortable couch.

Also, thanks to everyone who wrote to talk about the Bob-o-pedic! I read about the stank online and evidently a lot of you have fought the beast as well. I will Fabreeze the bejeezus out of it tomorrow if we are able to physically get it into the apartment.

Tomorrow: clean out the three years' of stuff that has turned my civic into a one seater and pack it up with other stuff, meet gui, pack up some more stuff, hit up the Door Store, Ikea, Fourtunoff and Bob's to pick up the mattress, find out how much a Bob-o-pedic actually weighs (Gui estimated 200 pounds, which is probably spot on, accounting for my lack of upper body strength), clean some stuff, head out to a birthday party (and maybe my co-worker's band's show, to which I would really like to make it), and then, drum roll please:

Not take the LIRR home in the middle of the night with all of the hurling fighting flirting 18 year olds. We just going to take the 6 train "home." It's awesome and scary and kind of hardcore all at once.

Gui and I were having the worst time with our conflicting work schedules and my insane commute and my getting sick all the time and us never seeing each other. Lord knows this is going to be a hell of an adjustment but we literally haven't been together for something that wasn't a family event or major holiday in months. Just hanging out in a barren apartment tonight measuring things and being the fools we are for 90 minutes was terrific.

Note to other people who are moving into a place gradually: garbage can, toilet paper, tissues, cereal, tooth brush, plastic cups, cleaning supplies. Bring these things with you the second you walk in. Otherwise you're going to be stuffy, skeeved, hungry, and using the neighborhood Starbucks bathroom until you get yourself together. Trust me on this one.

Gui, I love you. You rock so hard. You won't believe how much fun we're going to have, how many cookies we're going to eat, how illegal it's going to be when we grill on our so-called balcony, how great our bed will be when the stank airs out, how fun it's going to be to cook grilled cheese sandwiches in the giant wok once we learn how to use the stove, how comfortable our couch will be, and how I am going to completely change as a person and suddenly learn to love being clean and tidy.

We are unspeakably, unreasonably, undeservedly lucky.

PS we're keeping the rest of the apartment pretty understated and classic, but I'm desperately drawn to the Pottery Barn Kids Star Wars bedding set. I love it. My mom (who loves Star Wars nearly as much as she loves Lord of the Rings) found them and they are worth getting excited over.

PPS my parents bought us a Tassimo and a bunch of cleaning products and important apartment stuff, a good deal of which relates to cleaning. My parents are awesome. Gui, my mom bought us three different kinds of bleach based abrasive cleanser, a swiffer, and a ton of other things that make other things sparkle . Welcome to the family. You love cleaning.

PPSS my parents were caught by surprise by the speed of the move. Join the club. Moving into this apartment has been like getting hit by lightening.

PPPSS sleeplessness has returned. Advil PM is a joke.