The move, she is over...
the unpacking, she is not.

I finally got all of my junk moved two tenths of a mile up the street as of last Monday. Here are some things I learned:

None of us can move anything while laughing
I have way too much of everything, especially clothes
I have some great friends who volunteered to help me move
I have some shady friends who at least provided entertainment for us while we were moving in the form of balcony dancing with a chocotaco
My roommate can gather 3 trucks for moving, including labor, with 12 hours notice
Drinking chocolate milk from a diner at warp speed while hungover will make you sick
Many men will purchase tickets to the gun show
Never be the first person to pass out in a group of drunks
Do not look up when someone is singing Pour Some Sugar On Me, as you might get sugar packet in the eye
High fives are indeed back
as is wall dancing
Going back to Georgetown is not all that hard when you are in Georgetown
Some women do not like to be referred to as gophers
Everyone can enjoy amazing Spring days
New friends can be just as fun as old ones
Virginia cab drivers do not allow you to take beer in their cabs (well some of them do)
You can indeed convince other bar patrons that you and the other three girls you are with are lesbians who get it on with the one male in the group who is also related to some of us. Seriously
AND
I am never moving again. EVER.

All in all still a fabulous weekend, though. And for those in the know...Seriously. Kill yourself.