Now We're Talkin'!

This weekend was frikkin' awesome if I do say so myself. Ok, it was really just Friday, but still. To start things off, Ben and I went to go see THOR (God of Thunder) With a few Friends. It was the best movie that I have seen in a long long long long long long long time. If you havn't seen it yet, you really should. Following the best movie currently in theaters, we just hung out and played catch phrase with those friends. 

{Here's where the awesome happens}
At this point we're getting pretty close to midnight. I get a text message from a friends of mine that is getting new furniture. When someone is getting new furniture they must get rid of old furniture. Do  you see where this is going?? So, at midnight Ben and I go over to look at the couch they are getting rid of. So we trek across the parking lot from one friend's apartment to theirs. Apartment number 515. We get there and knock on the door. Wait a bit... no answer. Ben, being the fabulous returned missionary that he is, knows a thing or two about knocking on doors. So strategically placing his fist on the door for maximum knocking power and volume, gives it one more shot. Wait a bit... still no answer. At this point, I decide to text Chelsea and kindly let her know that we're here. she replies, "I don't see you." As it turns out they live in apartment 505, NOT apartment 515. (sorry people that live in 515 for knocking on your door, with great force, at Midnight) Anyways, we get over to their actual apartment and find that it's a nice couch, so we say that we would love to take it off of their hands. Since they were just going to give it to DI, they give it to us for FREE. Honestly, It could have had a Hobo living under it and we would have taken it. The cardboard box just isn't enough.  My friend and her husband are expecting their new couch to arrive early the next morning. They need to have their old couch our new couch) out before then. CLEARLY there is only one solution. Yep, you guessed it. move the couch across the parking lot to our apartment....at midnight. and that, my friends, is the story of our midnight free couch. 
New couch and old couch living harmoniously.
Yes, our old couch was a cardboard box. 

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