Oh, man...I feel your pain. I remember, in 1998, I moved the week between Christmas and New Year. First, after a very mild November and December, we got a huge snowstorm right around Christmas. So the movers were taking my piano out on icy sidewalks. And then, Sweetie surprised me with plane and game tickets for the Rose Bowl.
There I was, the night before we left (the movers were barely gone), totally unable to find my sunglasses - which I'd packed and knew I'd need in sunny Cali. So I had to go out and buy another pair - and find enough warm weather clothing (also packed) for the trip. I was exhausted by the time I got to LA.
you play? Next time we hit Chicago, we'll have to find a bar or someplace with one -- and have an old-fashioned piano party
Only if I get to be Karen...
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Next time we hit Chicago, we'll have to find a bar or someplace with one -- and have an old-fashioned piano party 
