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316/365 – You Know Who Your Friends Are . . .

. . . when they help you move.  Am I right, gang?  Huh?  Huh?

I guess you’d call these guys our best friends in LA.

Seriously.  There’s nothing worse than having to move on your own.  Megan and I experienced that dreadful experience when we moved here.  We had our pal Andrew with us for a little while, but in the end, it was just me and the lady hauling our shit into a storage unit.   It took us about 2.5 hours to finish that task.  Not fun.

Today, however, our good friends Matt and Rachel made the same trek we did two and half months ago.  They loaded their Penske, took to the road, stopped in Omaha for a stay and made their way to Los Angeles.  The difference?  They had a lot more helpers than we did.  Granted, we moved our stuff on a Wednesday, but still . . .

What do you mean you have paper work to do? Get over here and HELP US!

Counting Matt and Rachel, they had 8 people moving their stuff into their new place.  How long did that take?  45 minutes.

Yes, you read that correctly.  Forty five minutes.


This has no bearing on the quality of our friends and their ability to help us move.  It just goes to show you, if you just say yes to helping someone move, it’ll go by quick.  Eight movers is better than two.

In any case, we’re happy Matt and Rachel are in town.  Finally.  A little more Chicago blood to thin out the herd here . . . I typed turd in accident but that seems better.  A little more Chicago blood to thin out the turd here . . . Perfect.

And there’s a lot of turd out here in LA. A lot.

One Comment

  1. Ann etienne
    Posted 14 Aug ’12 at 10:03 pm | Permalink

    Ewwwww what is that a picture of?

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