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Guys! I know I haven’t written in forever but I’ve been busy so stop the hating!!! Just kidding. It’s ok if you hate me.
So, hmmmm, what’s been going on? Let me just tell you stuff.
MY BOOTH LOOKS AMAZING. Check it out!
Actually it’s not completely done because I have to get a picture that’s being framed. So here’s what’s happening with all that. So the other day I borrowed a van from my friend Marta, who is an interior designer and has a van. But wouldn’t ya know that the van is 4 feet wide and my pictures are 4 feet wide but they only fit in at an ANGLE.
This is a problem because I have more than one that is four feet wide (6 to be exact) and after you put in one it takes up some of the room so you can’t fit them all in!
(NOTE TO SELF: RENT A TRUCK NEXT TIME)
(ANOTHER NOTE TO SELF: IF THERE IS A NEXT TIME)
(BIGGEST NOTE TO SELF: DON’T HAVE A NEXT TIME)
So, because of all that and a chair and a table I had too much shit for my car and the van and it was Friday and Kevin and I were moving stuff in on Saturday. So I did what any normal person would do (I mean I think so at least … I’m not sure I’m any normal person).
I DECIDED TO RUN A LOAD OVER.
NO BIG DEAL RIGHT?
EXCEPT (OOPS… I’M ON ALL CAPS … HOLD ON) OK, that’s better. Except that I got there and they wouldn’t let me use the loading dock. Apparently I had hit the “get in line and get a permit” days and I didn’t know. Of course this was useful for Saturday when Kevin would be with me.
Then they tell me that the freight elevator is broken and that I would “have to use the front door” but that I couldn’t get the stuff upstairs.
Yeah, I’m on the 3rd floor although I’m really on “1” but the G (ground) and M (mezzanine) are below me.
So I park (illegally but the officer said they weren’t towing) and I start carrying my paintings inside one by one.
By the way I have 3 4×4 foot paintings, 1 4×5 foot paintings, and 4 3×4 foot paintings.
BY the time I was inside I was huffing and puffing and I still had 2 floors and all the way across the 1st floor to go. I was gonna die. I carry 2 paintings upstairs and discover that at least the passenger elevator is working. So I decided to carry everything to that elevator and get it up to my floor.
Right about the time that I get that completed they ask me to move my car. Except I have all these paintings NOT IN MY BOOTH. I explain it’ll take me 10-15 more minutes and then they send some burly guy to help me.
THANK GOD! I’m near death and honestly, I have to move all the stuff in the next day.
Anyways, the market hasn’t even started and I’m about to die.
Hmmmm… I guess that’s enough for this post.