Author Archives: Dennis

Wow, this album is good.

The move is now well underway. After cleaning and sanding down all the wood in Penthouse the Baars on saturday, as well as removing the carpet as well as some butt-ugly lightfixtures I am almost ready to start painting. Everything needs to be cleaned, and vaccumed once more, and some damages to the walls need to be taken care of, but then I’ll be set.

It’s taken me some time trying to decide which colours to apply where. I decided the walls will be white (though I might change my mind before I actually start painting) and the wood will be a really deep, dark blue. The same blue of my sofa, for those who are familiar with it. My ceiling will also be white.

I’m really happy with all the help I received from my friends and family. People helped clean and move, and a lot of them have offered to help paint as well. It warms my heart to know that there are people out there willing to help out. People who, when they offer their help, actually are true to their word and do what they promised they would.

I can’t wait until I’m done with the painting, which should be within the next week or so, because then it’s just a matter of having the floor installed as well as my belongings moved into the new apartment.

I moved out of Villa BvD on sunday and most of my belongings are now distributed between my mother’s house, who is also sweet enough to offer me a place to stay until Penthouse the Baars is done, and Richard’s. I decided to leave when the time became nigh when the real estate agent would have to be able to show people in. I didn’t feel comfortable having other people walk through what has essentially been my home for the last five years.

I was only supposed to stay for a couple of months. It ended up being five years.

I just got Deeved by Paul and Jim, who had been out and about in Chicago doing some the drinky-drinky and some of the sneaky-freaky. It was good to hear Paul’s voice, and I don’t remember if I’ve ever been Deeved by him before. Jim was Kool and the Gang, as always. There was also some random drunk chicklet who decided to butt in. Paul ran interference.

“Are you calling, like, another country!? Whooo! Tri Kappa Delta!”

…eh, yeah…everybody else has.