Bonny Portland

So, our last night in Los Angeles. Here was the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly:

The Good: Several of our good friends came to Vito Restaurant to see us off. While we are excited to take off from the current routine, we will miss our good friends. Good wine, Good food and a great atmosphere tonight. Being able to socialize with these solid people will be one of our only regrets about leaving Hell-A.

The Bad: the move has had every horrible mishap possible. Our landlord has been completely evil. She doesn't deserve for me to even mention her. Just a few things that happened today. As the movers were loading up our stuff, we get a call from the office saying they had underestimated our load and they needed to bump it up. Mind you, we had a representative come out and estimate himself and give us a binding estimate. Then, he wants to make us pay more or we can't move our stuff??? That didn't fly with me, I know what a contract is. I gave it to him over the phone, they did take all of our stuff, we'll see how much I'll have to fight. The next horror was when the Green cleaning company (Green Clean) that we had made an appointment with WEEKS ago called us at 4pm today to tell us they were cancelling our 830am appointment. WHAT? No matter that our landlord has it written into the lease that the apartment has to be cleaned before we can turn it over. Oh, did i mention she lives in london so we can't even get ahold of her?? Her proxy, who doesnt even have keys, was also less than helpful. We've set up a replacement cleaner, but they can't get here till 130pm, the earliest. We wont be here, we have to get on the road.

The Ugly: That landlord who's name will no longer be spoken.

So we still have a ton of stuff we have to cram into our cars in the morning before we can take off. Long story short, you can make all the plans and appointments you want, weeks before, get estimates and moving will still try to screw you. You have to just forget about it and keep going, getting to the destination will have to be worth it.

Oh yeah, and then I hear that TCQ, otherwise known as Carlos Quentin, MVP candidate for the Chicago White Sox broke his wrist punching his bat after a foul ball. AWESOME.