Finally, I can check email in my own apartment. Our phone/DSL service was officially turned on Tuesday, but UPS did not deliver the modem until almost 9pm. I nearly died waiting. Luckily, it was set to arrive at Anna & Brian's house, so we had a good excuse to hang out with them for the afternoon. We headed out to the Academy Theater for two-for-one movie night. We saw the new(ish) Indiana Jones movie for $3. Total. For movie "snacks" we had an awesome Oktoberfest micro brew and a slice of delicious cheese pizza. I don't think I can express how much I am loving Portland.
Afterward, Brian took us by his "office" and gave us quite a tour/talk about roasting coffee. He also gave us a few samples to try at home - one of which allegedly smells like Fruit Loops. I'm not convinced about the Fruit Loop bit, but it is quite tasty. We had two cups yesterday and I felt a little like I had tried crack for the first time. A spinning feeling in my head took over and I got the shakes as I came down from my caffeine high. One cup a day from now on. That stuff has a kick.
Oh, and say hello to our useless electronics graveyard. After buying three different phones, we discovered that the buzzing noise on our phone connection is the phone line and not our stupid cordless frequency. I have spent so many hours now on calls to Qwest that I give up. I'll think about the phone service next week, which will likely result in an $85 charge just for the technician to breathe on our stupid phone box. For now, Jesse (and his coworkers) will have to learn to love the buzz. I hate the buzz enough for everyone.
In happier news, our crate arrives today between 11am and 2pm (hopefully in one piece). I dread the unloading process, but can't wait to have my things in our new apartment. Let's hope that it's not too terribly hot outside and we find our fans rather quickly as we unpack.
The crate arrived around 12:45pm, weighing in at just a tad under a ton. Seriously, 1900 pounds. The UPS delivery guy had to struggle to keep his fork lift from flying over the top. It was funny and a little scary at the same time. We were both giddy to open the door and see if all of our stuff made it alive. From the appearance of the boxes, it didn't seem as though anything was majorly crushed (we'll see). For the next four hours we unloaded and hauled boxes up to the third floor. It was an epic day, but we survived and there are only book boxes left. Brian said he'd come to help us haul the rest, since I really can't pick them up. 
It's hard to imagine how we literally got rid of 50% of our stuff before moving and we still have (almost) a ton piled up in the living room. I certainly have lots of things to do over the next few days and oh, how I do love to organize. I think what I'm most thrilled about is having our kitchen items at my disposal again. We're already planning what our first home cooked meal will be in our new place. It's nice to no longer feel like we're living in a dorm room outfitted only with a desk, two air mattresses, and two chairs. 
By the time we had finished unloading most of our stuff yesterday, my legs and arms felt like noodles. However, our mattress was the one thing left that we really, really wanted to have last night. I don't know how we managed to get it up three flights of stairs without breaking our necks (or a window). Luckily, we were so loopy from hauling all of the boxes that we laughed all the way up the stairs - mostly from my groans, umphs, and minor falls. I have a mysterious brush burn on my shoulder from one of my spills, but it was totally worth the fall. Last night I slept like a log on my own sheets, under our quilt, and on my pillow.
