On January 22nd, to appease my glimmering life gem, Rachel and I moved from Austin, TX to San Francisco so I could join forces with a new stealth mode start-up company. In December, a leprechaun operating a mangle outside of Mother Egan’s shot me a grin, and I realized it was time for me to take my wife and all the consumer goods that I owned for a nice vacation across the southwestern United States. Serendipitously, I got the job offer in San Francisco just after that and promptly sent my furniture and most everything else by way of All Star Moving. As the name implied, the movers were indeed all stars. Unfortunately, they got stuck in the ice storm for a day as did we. So, on Thursday, we learned of the All Star calamity, and realized that we’d be sans sofa bed until the Tuesday next. Rachel just said, “Fuck it, let’s go to Idaho!” So, we did, and then west to Oregon, and then back south to Klamath, California for a night. After that, we finally arrived in San Francisco on Monday, January 29th. The entire trip took seven days. It was mostly fun if you don’t count the flat tire outside of Junction, TX and the ice storm that closed down I-10. Since when did it snow in Tejas anyway? Also, I should note that said sofa bed wouldn’t fit through either door on the new place, so I had to pay two nice men $260 for 35 minutes work to remove a second bedroom window by way of crowbars, allow me to move the couch in, and then subsequently reinstall the window. (You can’t outsource crowbar window remover guys either!) As always, there’s way too many pictures on my Flickr account immortalizing the event and serving as a constant advertisement of my own importance.