We were both off the week before our move and even though we thought we had packed and prepared enough, nothing could have prepared us for the nightmare that we were about to endure! On Saturday, July 31, 2010 we awoke to the sound of an alarm for the first time in over a week, at 6:00 AM. By 9:30 AM we had picked up the truck and our friends, Julio and Humberto, who were helping us move (aka lifting all the heavy shit) had arrived.
The 4 hours we had told them that they would be helping us turned in to 9 hours and we were not close to being finished when the wife and girlfriend began calling.
Without the men and the moving truck we did what we could until we couldn't take anymore and went to eat Chinese food. Although we had planned to be completely out of the apartment by Saturday night, we still had another day of work, so we returned to our partially empty apartment, blew up the air mattress, and went to sit in the hot tub to soothe our aching bodies.
