My friend and I moved out of my office today. We had planned it a week earlier, not knowing that the Gay Pride parade would be occuring on Fifth Avenue, where I work. Needless to say, it was hectic, being bombarded and surrounded by colorful characters, some barely clothed, doing erotic gyrations with their pelvis, Like a Virgin blasting in the background.

Amongst the chaos, were me and my friend, moving my stuff out, mostly heaped on top of a big rolling cart to my car parked on 22nd St. between Broadway and Park Ave. We would have to dodge the barely clothed guys handing out condoms on the street just to get to the corner. Fortunately, my friend is very attractive, so she caught the eye of one of New York’s finest and he cleared a path for us. Thank goodness for beauty. I prayed with each run back and forth from the car, that the policeman would make a special path for us, but it was only a one timer. *&@$!

I was sweating bullets and I had a craving for a tall glass of ginger ale with ice. I was dreaming of one. Neither my friend and I initially realized that parking is free on Sundays. Duh. Until a nice elderly gentleman strolled by while I was coming up with schemes to get as many quarters as possible. I actually lied to a nice bartender (never mind what I told him), and he felt so badly, that he gave me (for free) $1.50 in quarters. 

Aleyda and  I made three separate trips. Finally clearing most of the stuff out of the office. I have two more days in the Fifth Ave. office and I only have my laptop, portable printer, iPod dock (I can’t work without music), basic medical supplies, stethescope, centrifuge and vaccines. Which reminds me, I need to buy a refrigerator/freezer.

I came home, with my car full, realizing I need to get storage space. I am becoming more and more of a pat rack, which is very unbecoming. I set a space up for myself in Hoboken and bought some supplies online. Then I took a warm shower and ate Indian food leftovers.

I’m so tired, so sore, so achy. But I feel good. And when I finally sort through the mess, I’ve also hired Man With Van to pick everything up and bring it to the new office. Aleyda is an angel, and with my busted arm, I can’t carry and lift the way I used to, but there’s no way I can expect her (or me) to do any more heavy work.

Broadway, here we come!