the heat is on

can't. get. warm.

my story begins on a dark and stormy monday night. and by dark and stormy, i mean it was fair weather for the final day of march. i was super excited to come home from work and make my archer farms frozen spinach and goat cheese pizza.

i preheated the oven and proceeded to do some things around the house.

ten minutes later i threw the pizza into the gas-powered oven. correct me if i'm wrong, but aren't these oven things supposed to be some source of heat?

melissa came out of the shower about an hour later and announced that we had no hot water.

we both sent texts to our super (aka guy who lives upstairs) and received no response. the next day came, and still no heat. i tried calling him, but his phone told me it was sorry, but at the request of the owner it was not accepting incoming calls.

then i had to go upstairs and ask if he's had any heat or hot water. "ohhh, it's happening to you guys too? i noticed it this morning in the shower but didn't have time to check it out. yeah, i haven't been able to cook, either."

i hinted that we were on to the fact that they probably haven't paid the keyspan bill (or, i flat out said "my thinking is either the bill wasn't paid or the heater in the basement is busted.")

he said he would check it out tomorrow.

turns out we were right, they didn't pay the bill. on wednesday, he called and said he had the check and would pay it thursday morning. i got a text from melissa thursday afternoon asking if one of us could be in the apartment until 6pm on friday so they can come and turn the heat back on.

and so, here i am working from home on this rainy friday morning, alternating coffee cup hand to hand to keep warm, hoping that they come to turn on our heat. our landlord best not be expectin' a full month's rent from this.

at least it's not february.

in other news, i'm also anticipating celeste's arrival today. she'll be getting in this afternoon and i'm really excited for our agenda:

tonight we're going to the sushi place my boss owns to meet up with my cousin eric, who i've seen a total of once in the past ten years. it will be good to see him, plus the sushi place is a lot of fun and drinks are half price until 9.

tomorrow will be the tartan day parade. nothing like a good excuse to drink beer and watch men in kilts.

we'll also grab some brunch tomorrow morning, pre-parade, and who knows what the rest of the day holds for us. hopefully a hot shower will fall in there somewhere.