a bunch o' stuff

I know everyone is on pins and needles, but I wanted to let ya’ll know that the deal with the house we wanted fell through. In a nutshell, the sellers still can’t agree on our terms (2 against 1) after almost 3 weeks of negotiating, so we had no choice but to walk away. It would have been different if it was a move in condition house and the time frame didn’t matter. But when you have a major remodel planned with only 2 months to do in, time is of the essence. So tomorrow after work we’re going to look at some houses in the highland area and see if there is anything else out there. It just sucks because we’ve had the best intensions with 2 houses so far, and they’ve both ended badly. Maybe it’s a sign to move out west.

Macbeth = 2 daggers up. Patrick Stewart was amazing, as were the rest of the cast and crew. I especially loved the video effects on the walls that made the play extra gritty. We had a nice dinner right down the street from the theater so it made for a relaxing and fun excursion. Good times.

Tonight I have to go to the New Paltz court to battle a speeding ticket that I received coming home from work one night in February (49 in a 40). I’m nervous but hopeful that a friendly accord will come of it. It’s my first speeding ticket in the thirteen years I’ve been driving so I hope they will be lenient. I don’t have much of a defense other than I was clocked as I was going down an icy hill that then went up another, and I wanted to avoid using my breaks to let the car use its own momentum to get up the next hill. Sounds logical, right? I’ll let you all know tomorrow if I’m screwed or not.

Our sleeper sofa of 9 years has finally decided to die. The sleeper section has officially detached itself from the body of the couch, and after many failed attempts to fix it, we’ve admitted defeat. Heck, it’s made its way from Catskill (where it was born) to Abeel Street, to the other side of Abeel Street, to Port Ewen, and now to Gardiner. It cradled the many drunken friends that have passed out on it at each place, even the weird guy that crashed a Christmas party I had in ’01. He brought his own plastic bottle of vodka which he then drank, sat on the couch, and proceeded to sit there with his head in the bucket for about 2 hours. He left with our bucket. That was a great party. Anyway, we’re going to bring the old one outside and put a big ol’ free to good home sign on it and list it on craigslist. Someone might need a free couch, right? So the quest is on for a new couch. It should be an interesting experience being that Gilday and I haven’t ever shopped for something like this before and we both admittedly have different tastes.

I’m done rambling, have a great day.