Baby, look inside your mirror

Taking a break from the computer can be pretty awesome, I should do it more often. The management said they were sending workers in to the apartments so I went a little nuts with tidying up the place and did some major shifting of objects and consolidation of space and whatnot. Plus with the vacuuming and the scrubbing of the floors and once I start I can't stop, but I knew if I turned on the computer, I would drop everything and go back to being lazy. I could not risk that.

I was hoping the workers would come in and be all "Hey, here's a new air conditioner!" but unfortunately they needed access to the crawl space under our apartment, which was a bit of a shock, because we had to do that a few months ago and they gave us advance word then. See, the trap door is in the floor of our bedroom walk-in closet, and the trap door happens to be covered by my old freestanding wardrobe. It can only be removed if you take the door off the closet first. Oh yeah, and you have to take everything out of it and off from the top of it. And then it weighs a zillion pounds (shoutout to my mens at Gothic Cabinet Craft) and it's wedged in there just so to begin with, and you can't get it out of there without one person (my husband) having to contortionate his way under some clothes to go past it and behind it and oh, it's just a mess. So we had to do that again, and then put it back. And we didn't get a new air conditioner, what up with that? But at least the house is neater than it was at the beginning of the week.

This flurry of activity was capped off by a trip to Oakland to see our Sacramento Kings (not) defeat the Golden State Warriors. Somehow we ended up in a section loaded of Kings fans and a few irate Warriors fans. The little girl in front of us, she was probably 12, was continually screeching I love you Miiike! I love you Braaad! I love you Pessshhhaaa! very, very loudly. Sure enough, when she left to go get nachos, that's when the game went all to hell, so I guess there must be something to it. Hmm. I might have to fight her for Brad though.

One person I won't have to fight pretty much anybody for is my man Vlade. My souvenir of the experience is a bunch of tiny, blurry Vlades in my digital camera.

He's the man who makes it all happen. There are lots more pictures of him (and even of other Kings, believe it or not), but I think those up there are enough, really.

These pictures are pretty impressive considering we were way up in the very tip top furthest backest row of the arena. Oh the wonders of modern technology. It was the first time I could get the digital zoom to actually work, it's pretty hot.

Christopher trucked out with some Kings thundersticks that had been left behind. They weren't as loud as he had hoped they would be, so he might have been a little disappointed. Of course, if the Kings had f-ing won it might not have even mattered.

Posted by Kim at April 16, 2004 12:50 AM | Non-Moving Pictures