I didn't feel great this morning. The combination of Mexican food & alcohol was taking it's toll.
Going to the park & getting some fresh air, helped me recover.
I met Stefan at 13:30 & decided to walk the 25mins to Astoria for brunch. This was a terrible decision as it's was way too hot. Getting the subway would have been a much better idea.
The place I had chosen was called MexiBBQ, that was serving brunch for labour day. The place was packed out & we waited a little while for a table. We were joined at brunch by Eddie & his girlfriend, who had been apartment hunting in the morning. MexiBBq offers a bottomless brunch which we were not able to take advantage of on this occasion but may do in the future.
The kitchen seemed to be struggling & after a long wait our food had not arrived. Unfortunately this meant Stefan had to head out to pick up his U haul truck on time. His meal was packed up for him & complimentary. Eddie dropped me back off in Queens where I changed into more appropriate moving attire. I headed over to help Stefan & his new flatmate Micheal Snook unload there current apartments.
As someone who has mainly lived in furnished apartments I have never seen so much stuff. Thankfully Snooks departing residence had a lift to bring things down from the sixth floor. It soon became apparent though that the truck was full with all his gear. We decided it would be best to take his gear over to the new apartment in Brooklyn. Although the unloading of the truck only took an hour & a half it was exhausting. It was so humid & hot we were dripping with sweat. Everyone was friendly that we met whilst moving things in. The people we met their street were all African American as opposed to the more ethnically diverse population of Sunnyside.
The ride back to Stefan's apartment was certainly the highlight of the night with the air con on full blast in the truck.
Trying to get things out of Stefan's 4th floor apartment was quite the feat in physical endurance. At one stage I lost my footing on the stairs & only just avoided a fall. After this I was very paranoid about this happening again, which made each trip tough. It wasn't long until once again we were all sweaty monkeys. The only item we could not get out was his couch which required tools to be taken apart.
I left them to drive back to Brooklyn at 22:45 absolutely exhausted. I wished them luck on the final leg of the moving relay. There was no way I could have got back to Queens easily from there house late on a holiday evening. After almost five hours of physical labour I was in need of sustenance. I headed straight to Wendy's for a double baconator with the largest juice drink they served.
A cold shower was required before bed that saw Stefan start his new life as a resident of Brooklyn.