Crazy Empty - Except the Bathroom

I was only there for the beginning of the move -- and it was actually weirdly fun. There were four guys suddenly in our studio throwing all our belongings into boxes, ripping tape with their teeth, banging pots and pans, shoving pillows in with DVDs. We were listening to the radio -- Michael Jackson and Madonna -- and the sun was shining. It was like, 'Hey, we're moving to California and we're having a party!' Only of course, we didn’t know the guys and we were paying them $2,000.

Matt, who was in charge of hiring the moving co. and whose job it was to oversee the move, was hysterically oblivious to all crazy activity. At one point he turned to me and said, "How's the move going? I don't really have a sense of it." We live in a 400 sq. ft apartment. But he exercised the most amazing focus - on his computer, which was perched on the radiator where he was working. It cracked me up.

I left halfway through the move, when I was satisfied that they'd packed most of our stuff -- and left the things we asked them not to pack. In my infinite wisdom, I put everything that we are keeping with us to bring in our suitcases in the bathroom, so the movers knew that the bathroom stuff was all staying. Later I spoke to Matt when the move was done. He described the apartment as "crazy empty -- except for the bathroom, which is very full."