Helped a buddy move yesterday. Julian had to get out of his two-story townhouse and move to an apartment across town. He got the U-Haul and got most of his and his girlfriend's stuff over earlier in the week, but needed some help with the big stuff.
That's where me and Chris came in. With bulging muscles.
We moved a bunch of cardboard boxes, a queen sized bed, a desk and handful of armchairs, and a washer and dryer.
Most of the stuff was pretty easy, but not the washer and dryer. They were heavy and big and horrible. If we didn't have an appliance dolly, we'd still be moving those things.
After an hour at the old place, we drove crosstown to the new place. Unloading everything took about the same amount of time and we fell into a bit of a move groove.
We were exhausted by the end of it all. Julian pointed to the bed and said, "I could eat a Hot Pocket that big."
We got a week's worth of exercise in a matter of two hours. Of course we needed to replenish all those calories.
Whitney, Julian's girlfriend, cooked us some delicious food and bought pizza. We ate both while watching the Kentucky/Louisville game, which started just ten minutes after we were all done. Perfect timing.
The two of them moved into a familiar apartment, it's right next to co-worker Sarah's. And it's the former home of now-departed, former-NewsWatch-12's Kristin Ketchell. Outside, Sarah and Jessica pretended to be little kids.
We were wiped and happy to be done with the lifting and lugging.
Sunday, I got this text from Julian: "I slept for 14 hours last night. Passed out at eight. So sore today."