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so last night we started putting more stuff in boxes. the plan today is to continue this. I should have gone and nicked some milk crates last night to put all the booze in, cause I’m not a fan of it being hauled around in cardboard.
we don’t have a whole lot of stuff in here right now, so it’s pretty tempting to just leave it to the last minute. really, some shelves, a couch, two beds and table and chairs. and then whatever else. Howeverm I’ have just thought up a plan wherein we can have everything stacked and readily accessible for the weekend.
yesterday, we went to look for a new washer and dryer set. Aimée’s cousin had told her about the good deals and prices at General Appliance in Lacombe, so we kidnapped Aimée’s mom and hauled her along.
she was a willing prisoner. but that might have had something to do with the fact that she wanted to look for a new dishwasher…
anyway, I knew in advance some of the brands they sell there. many of which openly cause a slack jawed and deer eyed response in me.
here’s how walking in to the store played out:
We walk in through the doors and are immediately greeted by a line of fridges to the right which block the view of things further in to the store. straight ahead, there’s the desk where the people who work there sit.
In swift succession, I look over top of the line of fridges and see a giant fucking SUB ZERO WOLF display and a lady who worked there was on her feet coming towards me.
I’m sort of now just bee lining it to that corner while she’s trying to ask if I need any help, and I just point behind me to Aimée and her ma and say “I’m going over there, but they’ll tell you what we need.”
I have no idea what conversation took place about washers and dryers.
you know when you watch those documentaries about alien abductees or whatever, and they talk about missing time? yeah, it was kind of like that.
this was like standing in a showroom with the kitchen equivalent of Bugatti Veyron’s surrounding you. or the time I met Gordie Johnson and he signed my guitar. or the time I played a Gibson SGJ that had been set up for Johnson to play when he was in the store. or the time I met Ozzy.
this was like kitchen hero worship, I shit you not.
and for the first time ever, I was able to ask someone how much they cost, because no matter how hard you try, I guarantee you won’t find a real price for any Wolf stuff online. ever. I’ve tried for months.
you know when people say “if you need to ask how much it costs, you can’t afford it.”? yeah.
BUT.
much like the aforementioned examples, every single one of those things happened through sheer determination and patience. therefore, one day I will be cooking on either a Wolf gas range or outdoor grill.
oh. my. fuck. that outdoor grill. if other bbqs could bow, they’d bow down to this one. this grill is like the Infinity Gauntlet of bbqs. which is even more impressive than a Veyron even if it doesn’t really exist.
however, i have decided that I’d also be ok with a Bertazzoni.
I worked it out in my head like so:
Wolf = Bugatti
Bertazzoni = Ferrari
GE Monogram = Rolls-Royce
Viking = Bentley
The didn’t have La Cornue, which would be like having a private yacht in your kitchen.
everything else just seems like Ford now.
so anyway. we didn’t buy our washer and dryer there. we bought them at Sears because the nice Newfie lady who remembered Aimée from a previous visit price matched to some other stores and got us a better deal.
oh, and the dog has bad gas this morning.