February 27, 2007
Moving Schmoving
I have so many extraordinarly useless drapery panels, I'm thinking of opening up a kiosk on the side of the highway.
Everything else, though? A-OK. Move went swimmingly, thanks to the muscular ministrations of a group of miscreants that showed up on my doorstep at 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning. In no surprise to bystanders, Rick proved himself VIP of operations by excusing me from the torment of trying to secure a U-Haul truck. It's hard for me to put into words the mood I was in, standing in this line at 9:30 a.m. - having been awake since 7 with NO coffee - and watching these unbelievable dipshits try to manage standing upright, much less renting out trucks. The bad news? They had GIVEN MINE AWAY. The good news? Rick finagled a pick-up and trailer and we worked it like the pro's we are.
U-Haul blows.
Pass a pint of Penske.
Anys, things continue apace as they always do. I don't have any lights upstairs and had to give my boxspring away to Andrea as there was no way it was fitting up the stairwell but these are details, son! Details!
More TK, as they say. I have to go dig up my workout stuff out of the 14-er of clothes on my bedroom floor and hit the gym for the first time since the late 80s. Should be sweet. I'll be the red-faced one covered in puke.
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February 22, 2007
Goodness!
The lease has come through, and the next step is contracting with a real estate lawyer to dot my t's and cross my i's. So nice to have some of the biggest names in commercial property and retail in this town on my side - helping me find counsel and contractors and everyone else I need to make this happen. So, so nice. Let's just say I'm about to be spending a LOT more time with some top-notch lawyers. Which will be welcome, as I have a few questions for them regarding a personal issue. Never one to really stop churning the shit, am I?
Though I'm taking the rest of this week off from TSC - and capping off the era of moving with a ski trip on Sunday - I am amped and psyched and all that good stuff to get rolling on this round Monday-way.
You can check out pics of the spot over on Flickr. And, after meeting with a contractor there yesterday - the whole deal is looking pretty good. More to come, as they say. I need a nap.
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Oh Packing...
God love ye.
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February 21, 2007
Bree's Guide to Efficient Packing
Step One: Fill your beach bag with spices
Step Two: Stop packing, take a picture on your cell phone and blog about it
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February 20, 2007
Almost As If On Cue...
I just got the sickness. It's been building for several days, and after a day sniffling and gradually feeling more and more woozy and nasty, I would say it's officially here. How this is going to affect the move, I have yet to deduce. Gather I'm just going to have to push through it, which is OK - but seeing as I've done literally NOTHING in terms of packing, I may have a long week ahead.
And I can't even skip class tonight.
Ewwwww.
Pass the Emergenc-C.
And the matzoh balls.
UPDATE: Did I mention there was gonna be a BLIZZARD on Saturday? Oh my God. If I wasn't so drunk, I'd really be freaked out.
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February 16, 2007
Legalese 101
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February 15, 2007
Lessons Learned In Dealing With Contractors
Drop the f-bomb a few times with a Yankee scowl on your face and "there's no need to hang around" as they'll "call you when the delivery guys come."
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January 23, 2007
Betwixt
Sorry for lack of postage. If I had to write a couplet about my life as of late, it would read:
I am torn betwixt and between
So much going on, it's a bit obscene.
And there you are.
Eat it, E.E.
Thank God for the frenz around me, or else I'd really be going a bit beserk with all the amounts of "to-do's" that have suddenly overtaken my schedule book.
Their support has been amerzing. In the past week, Marie has shoveled my sidewalk and walkway; Matt has come by and scoped out and planned an upcoming gas-line installation (leading to his new TSC-esque nickname: Professor Plumb); Paul - in an amazing triumph over a cheap wine/birthday hangover - has taken down all of my electrical fixtures to prepare for the wall/ceiling guys; Rick has invited me up to Keystone for Wednesday night/Thursday for a much-needed mental health break and Eric has conviced me to chill out a bit and hit up The Album Leaf tonight at Larimer Lounge.
Oh my sweeties.
What would I do without them?
And now it's back to work. Gosta tape up/plastic sheet/lay down paper the entire house before the wall-peeps get their dusty little hands on it. This is the kind of detail work I loathe, so we'll see if I can manage to put in over 20 minutes before I find some reason to go get Americano number three.
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January 19, 2007
MySpace
Went by again...this time with someone who knows of what he speaks vis a vis construction and so forth.
Verdict?
Yes, yes and yes.
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Fast? Who You Calling Fast?
I think I may have found a spot for my business! A spot that is perfect in just about every way. Inside the former Architectural Antiques building at 27th and Larimer (across from my new favorite bar, The Meadowlark, down the street from my favorite club, The Larimer Lounge, and about a block from my wonderful compatriots at the P Design Gallery), it is a sweet slice of industrial heaven. Exposed brick, garage doors, double-height ceilings and...brace yourself...crazy affordable! More detes to come, as right now I have to go kidnap one of the P Design folk to come to my new crib and give me design advice but, in a word (or two): HOLY! MOLY!
I love this town.
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January 05, 2007
Lemme Blow on Your Dice, Baby - My Luck's Durned Ridiculous
Pour yourself a bracing shot of scotch: I think I may have found a place for The Scarlet Conservatory. Herewith, the Craigslist details:
1400 SQ FT, FULLY REMODELED, Commercial space for rent, zoned B-4 1300sq ft main floor, plus 100+ sq ft private office loft with window and wiring.
Fully renovated and restored Victorian.
Former location of Wired on Welton internet coffee shop.
Located along Welton Commercial Corridor strip in Five Points, corner of 28th and Welton.
Directly across from light rail station, 8 blocks from LoDo.
Wired for internet and surround sound, burglar alarm
Modern and hip
Hardwood floors, exposed brick, Fully ADA compliant, patio seating available.
City designated seating capacity of 78
I don't want to say too much about it, because I might implode from excitement, but I love it, I love the owner (a girl from Buffalo who lives above with her contractor husband and unemployed baby), I love the price ($3/sq. ft. per year rather than the $6 I was steeling myself for) and I love the neighborhood. It's darling with an urban edge: just like-a me.
Granted, this isn't the only great news I've got going on the commercial real estate front. I have a meeting on Monday with a developer dude in town who has taken a personal and professional interest in helping me get this "thang" going. So, depending on what he says - and the properties he has that may work for me - the above might be moot, but I'll tell you something - I think that place is pretty kickawesome. So I'm sitting pretty over here.
Sitting.
Pretty.
Dagnabit - this turn of events made dragging my dehydrated, red-wine-hungover ass out of bed this morning at 7, scraping the car off and sliding down to Five Points sans coffee well worth the (considerable) effort. Mood? Very happy. Also helped by an afternoon matinee of my favorite movie, Fear with Marky Mark, on USA just now. Oh life is sweet!
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December 13, 2006
Real Estate Esta Muy Loco
Bear with me as my brain has been set to "Spasmatron" mode and I'm feeling a little geeked out.
I know, what's new? 'tevs.
So judgmental, you are.
Anys, the ojo in my mojo this afternoon comes from a phone conversation I just had with an associate of a guy in town who owns a bunch of commercial buildings (including the new Tattered Cover). Both of these fellas are big supporters of the arts and of downtown revitalization efforts and all that good stuff. Apparently, my buddy Paul over at P Design Gallery got in touch with them on my behalf and asked that they help me in the hunt for good retail space. And help me they are both willing and happy to do.
I'm a bit shellshocked and more than a little shellacked, and that's not just the gin talking. Charming bunches of nonsequiters aside, I don't really know what else to say other than how touched, flattered and utterly astounded I am at the kindness and generosity I'm privy to every day in this fine town.
That goes twice for you biznatchy at King Soopers who yelled at me because I didn't move out of the way fast enough.
She: "I know...it's a LOT to ask."
Me: [scoff] "Yeah. Have a GREAT holiday, lady."
[RETROSPECTIVE UPDATE: What I should have said --> "Martin Luther King, Jr. preached that he decided to stick with love because hate is too great a burden to bear...how. you. like. me. now. ugly. face.?!" <-- each word punctuated with girly slap.]
Ah, the spirit. It warms me.
Again, that's not just the gin talking.
Nor the sequiters.
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December 07, 2006
Commercial Real Estate Investment Lesson Book
Chapter One: There are no stupid questions.
"So...does, like, the $475,000 include the toilet?"
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