Last week it rained for 8 days straight. By Saturday afternoon I had 2 inches of water in my basement. My parents came over at 8 am on Sunday morning with a shop vac to help me bail out. By that time the water had risen to 4 inches. My basement is finished, but for once my laziness paid off. I never got around to decorating down there, so nothing that I cared about was ruined.
I had wanted to replace the carpet anyway.
It took 8 hours to bail out all the water and rip up all the carpet and get it out into the dumpster. The process went like this: using buckets, my mother and father bailed out as much water as possible. I lugged the full buckets upstairs 2 at a time and emptied them in the sink. Lather, rinse, repeat. Once the water was too low to keep bailing, my father wet vac-ed the carpet the best he could. My mother ripped the carpet into strips and put the strips into buckets to drain. Once sufficiently drained, we bagged the carpet in garbage bags and I hauled the bags upstairs to the curb.
Wet carpet, even drained, is damn heavy.
We did buy a portable sump pump, but it stopped working after half an hour. After 8 hours of the bucket brigade, I took it back to Home Depot and almost cried when they made it work and therefore wouldn't let me return it.
Did I mention I did all this on 4 hours of sleep while nursing a raging hangover?
Saturday night I went to a party, got hammered, and ended up puking at a football field in Fairfield County. The field was Astroturf, and I remember leaning over the chain link fence and saying, “I can’t puke on Astroturf.”
It’s been a long time since I got sick from drinking. Lesson: never let drunk people mix your drinks.
In other news, I was actually social last weekend and went out every single night. This is really good for me. Also, this week I had dinner with a cute guy who I was able to speak to while sober! Amazing. Apparently we are doing the “game” thing now and waiting a few days to speak again. Sigh. Seriously, I need a manual on men. Should I contact him? Do I wait for him to contact me? If he contacts me Friday and asks if I’m doing anything Saturday, do I lie and say I'm busy?
Dating. Blech.
Before I sign off, I want to thank all of you who have been reading my blog. A big shout out to my work peeps, and to friends and family, and to Satan, Schizo, and JBS. It totally made my day to see that I had 9 comments on my last post! It might not be 527 profile hits on Match.com, but it makes me happy.
Thanks for visiting and I hope you’ll stick around!
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Haha, match.com...I have my own stories with that site and other dating sites.:)
A flooded basement! Cleaned with a hangover! Well done, Trish.
Stop by sometime!
You poor thing! I used to live in a house that had a basement, and it would flood everytime there was a heavy rain. yuck! I remember going down to the basement at 4:00 in morning and literally sweeping the water out of the back door. I would have cried if I hadn't been laughing at the absurdety of it all.
I am glad you met a cute guy. I think it is important to let a guy know you are interested in him but not to seem desperate. That is a fine line to walk. When you are with him, enjoy his company, but try not to obsess about him when he is away. That is how I always got into big trouble. I would start second-guessing everything about the guy. Did he like me? Should I call him? Just enjoy your life. Nothing is more attractive than a person who is very happy with herself and her life.
Thank you for welcoming me to your blog. I was afraid that maybe you wouldn't appreciate a stranger butting into your business, but I think your writing is very intersting. Thank you for sharing with everyone.
So, from now on, I am going to use my name - Jane
Trish, I wanted you to know that I left you comments on some of your other entries.
I hope you have a great evening!!!
You are so lucky to work with people who support your blog! I was at the gym tonight and saw a story on one of the TVs about how 2 women got fired for blogging about work. That's why I can't have a blog--due to the nature of my work, who knows who'll see it!
You fool - You could have had an indoor swimming pool, just add chlorine, it's a wonderful thing to nurse a hangover whilst floating in ones basement.
The fact that you enjoyed your weekend means that you should always let drunk people mix your drinks. You could have at least done a nudie run before throwing up on the Astroturf, but hey it's a start.
I think you should call him every half hour with each call becoming more and more of an insane angry rant. If he can see the humour in it then he's the one for you.
No, I will not stick around. I have things to do and then I'll be back.
PS. I thought you were due for some bad advice. ; )
Trish- it's reynolds- good job- now you have a following- i credit my section.
Glad I could make your day with my post!
I had to help bail out my parents' basement one rainy winter day a good 12 years ago. I was called home from work (lucky I lived close by) and told to buy bags of dirt from the garden center on the way. The water was entering at a low point next to the foundation, and because the back yard was covered in ice, it was flowing into that depression instead of away from the house. After dropping a couple of hundred pounds of soil on the low spot, I took a hoe and chopped into the ice a path from the recess to the sloping part of the yard. This sort of story is usually reported in local newspapers as climaxing in a heart attack — which at that exact moment would have been a relief — but I was spared so I could help bail out the cellar.
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