I’m moved into the Chateau de Fetzllings, although I still don’t have internet access. I’ve been keeping the moblog updated with lots of photos of both Halloween and the new apartment. I have dozens of photos from the fashion show Friday night, but I won’t be able to post them until my computer is able to talk with the world again.

I took work off on Friday to deal with moving preparations and other logistica…it was a much needed day to myself. One day off for all of this transitional rigamarole? Not bad.

As for Halloween and the fashion show: it was very preparation intensive. I was clothed at 4:30, make-up applied at 5:30, hair at 7:30, waited around until 11:00 to go to the space, waited at the space until midnight, and then participated in the perhaps 20-minute long show. By the time I actually had my moment on stage (avec hoop, natch), I admit to being so tired and cranky that my sashay was probably a little heavy.

My outfit was fun, although not what I was expecting. While the vast majority of models were in corsets, long fuzzy hair extensions, and skanty half skirts, I got a “DORK” crop-top, a bi-hawk (picture two mohawks), and a skirt that went down to my ankles. Ooh, but the best part was this jingle butt cape I had on. That was fantastic. It was sort of a light chain mail, and it made tons of noise. Many of the eight hours that I wore the buttcape were spent absent mindedly shaking my butt to make it jingle. I’d be standing amidst the glamour, spaced out and staring a the wall, and I’d realize that my knees were buckling in quick succession at just the right rate to get that butt-jelly ass jiggle and the accompanying jinglejinglejingle. The jingle butt cape was held together with safety pins and it fell off once, but that noise! I loved that noise.

The rest of the weekend was spent carrying big orange plastic bins from Owen’s house in Wallingford to the new apartment on Capitol Hill. I think as universal punishment for the fact that Andreas is doing a big chunk of moving without me in LA, I had to do all the hauling by myself this weekend.

The new apartment is great, although the move-in process was a little peevesome. When I showed up at 9:30am on Saturday to get my keys, the woman who’d been living there was still moving out. The landlord gave me the keys, and then made it clear that I should, well, leave while they finished moving the former tenant out. But wait: isn’t this my aparmtent now?

I returned at 5:00 on Saturday to find the apartment empty but, well, not totally clean. Those who’ve had the pleasure of living with me know that I’m far from a neat freak, but even I can tell when hardwood floors haven’t been swept or mopped, and it’s even a non-neat freak notices someone else’s toothpaste smatterings on the bathroom wall. Especially when that non-neat freak has paid a $100 non-refundable cleaning deposit, and has to spend $25 and 4 hours on cleaning the apartment herself. I’m trying to figure out how to have “words” with my landlord about that.

Also this weekend: Ariel’s First Trip To Ikea. I found it daunting, but I did get a chance to test out the red couch I want, and it passed. I will go back to fetch it when Andreas arrives. We made I deal: I buy it, he builds it. Works for me!