Swedish Steel

As in some changes are...

My lovely wife and I are about to almost double our square footage in a new lovely old Spanish style apt. building in San Jose's Japantown. Just signed the lease yesterday! Talk about a perfect day...until the parking incident (later). After signing and putting down the deposit, we floated over the entire place. We popped out ideas of what to do here and there... and even the living room closet is about the size of my work cubicle. Maybe that'll be my office, as she'll get the second bedroom for her writing.

We were planning on renting a couple of spaces in the underground parking garage, but holy shit, you need to drive a mini-mini to maneuver in and out of that place. It's fucking tight in there. So my honey managed to park in her spot, and I miraculously backed into mine. She tells me the she can't get the car out, and I berated her and said I'd mandle it. Well, let me tell you, it was like that scene with Austin Powers trying to turn that golf cart around, at least a nine-point turn, with outside guidance and hand waving and lots of "STOP!"

She gets out, and it's my turn to pull out in my Accord, and luckily "they" decided to put car side-view mirrors with hinges so they don't BREAK OFF when backing too close to pillars and driver is buggin cause the parking situation sucks. I backed my car up a steep ass driveway into the alley, and some fuck face has a huge ass truck parked just outside the exit that I just didn't need taking up any more space. I manage to get out and park, and said to lovely wife, "So, street parking looks good!".

A quick walk around the neighborhood proved some key finds like this pub a mere 0.3 miles from our front door.

So, after we're moved in, be sure to knock on our door.



We'll be waiting for you.