
So my girlfriend and I have this vintage refrigerator. It's a pain in my ass and it's not unlike a room mate who doesn't pay rent and just takes up space. Anyway, we have no use for it and have to sell it, although that hasn't been easy. Today the lease on our old apartment expires and I have to move it from there to our new apartment. So my plans for the evening involve schlumping my way up to 23rd street, renting a dolli, walking it down to 10th street, moving a 500 lb fridge down one flight of stairs and then to my new place. People, please pray for me. Getting that hunk of metal into the apartment the first time nearly killed my friend Jason, and I don't mean in the "I'm so exhausted kind of way," I mean it in the "it-almost-fell-down- a-flight-of -stairs-and-squashed-my-bro" kind of way. So while the rest of NYC is watching "The Office" I'll be pulling my back out.