Today taught me not to help someone move when you're hung over.
Mike Imperato, my supervisor from last year, recently became employed at Gwyned Mercy College as their Associate Director for Residence Life. Today he had to move out of his place in Teresa Court, and asked for any help he could get from people. I showed up at 11am, after waking up at 10:30, after going to bed at 4am.
Last night was spent watching Dumb and Dumber with Linday, Kelly and Dave...and having a few drinks. The world was spinning when I went to bed - thankfully, sleep came almost instantenously. Vick and Veitz also came up yesterday, and it was cool seeing them both.
So anyhow, made it to the house and was feeling fine. Felt fine until the early afternoon when the dizziness kicked in again, and I realized I hadn't had any water since the night before... Mike had rented a U-Haul truck, which, if you walked in the back of (as I did) made you feel like you were on this strange boat as the weight displaced itself...it just brought back thoughts of the night before. Luckily again, my stomach weathered the day none the worse for wear.
Anyhow, the move went splendidly. We finished up around 7:30, and spent until 9:00 talking to Mike in his apartment Mike's stuff is spread between La Salle and there (hes living in the townhouses for 4 weeks.) He was getting rid of some stuff - I managed to get a rather large glass that would be perfect for a tropical drink (with an inscription from an RA conference from many years ago), a Coca-Cola TV tray, a book and CD on the GRE (I need to get on that...) and a Heniekin hat.
It felt good just to be able to help him out...over the years I feel I've been a little cruel to him with my help in the T-Shirts, and other little staff things, despite the fact that he's an incredible guy, someone I try and role model, and a damn good friend in many different situations. It was the least I could do for him in helping him move after all he's helped me with over the years at La Salle.
All right, enough mushy stuff...my body is tired and sore after the moving today, and theres work tomorrow.
It was a decent weekend.
Posted by Matthew at June 8, 2003 11:32 PMYou crazy drunk bastard. You think you're better than me? Huh? You think you're better than ME?! Anywho, stop bragging that you drink. I saw you that night, and you didn't look that drunk. You know what you looked like? Huh? Do you know? An asshole, that's what you looked like. But seriously folks, this kid right here, this is the kid, man.
Posted by: Brian P. Veitz on June 10, 2003 09:28 PM