Why April Is My Third-Favorite Month of the Year

I have absolutely no idea what happened yesterday, but for whatever reason, this blog had twenty-one views. What gives, guys? That's really weird. I'm not all that interesting, and haven't been posting recently, so... weird.

And while we're on the subject, if you want to know something, just ask... ;]

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In other news, it's April! Which means we've got some pretty exciting stuff coming up:

• Game of Thrones is back! Matt and I really got into this show last year and it's something we continue watching today. However, we can never watch the original showing on Sunday nights, so if you want to talk to me about this, wait until Thursday morning! Wednesday night is GOT night in this household.
• Today, I sent the first fourteen chapters of Sara's YA novel to a handful of beta readers. Hopefully they'll be able to help us out, point out some weak spots, and then we'll be on our way to the second half. I've really enjoyed helping Sara develop her manuscript and the experience is really making me want to start writing creatively on my own. Perhaps when I finish with her book, I'll use the time I'm spending on it now for my own writing. Perhaps.
• The first novel I edited will be released on Tuesday. I'll be the first to admit that it's not the greatest book in the world, and the process was more than a little frustrating, but at least I got my hands on a novel in my first few months of employment, which is hopefully a sign of what's to come! (I have one in Fall 2013 and one in Winter 2014 already.)
• Our sales conference for the fall season is next Wednesday and I'm presenting six of the books I acquired. One of my books is actually a lead book for the fall and there's already been some interest in advanced copies and reviews in a few magazines. This is exciting, but I'm so focused on how nervous I am that I can't seem to feel the excitement. The conference itself will be kind of boring, but I'll be so anxious that I think boredom will be the farthest thing from my mind. I hate public speaking and I don't think I ever saw myself having to do it while being employed in this industry. I suppose I understand why we, as editors, do it... but I'd much rather sit out in the crowd, sip coffee, and listen to people talk about the books than have to actually open my mouth and speak into a microphone. It's my preference. But I know what I want to do and what I should do and I understand that sometimes those two things aren't necessarily the same thing...
• Our eight-year anniversary is the 17th! Matt's made secret dinner reservations that he won't tell me about, but I bought a new dress last night anyway because I have a feeling it's somewhere nice. He's already talking about maybe framing a new menu, and if we're framing another menu, that means the menu is from somewhere he's probably always wanted to go. And if you know Matt, you know that means Michelin-rated and sophisticated. (Which totally calls for a new dress!)
• Funny story: Matt's been saying that he wants to get a massage really bad. He's always sore from standing fourteen or fifteen hours a day, and that's totally understandable. We've been discussing possibly getting a couple's massage on and off for a while now, but we always decide not to do it because it's too expensive. So this weekend, I get an Amazon Local 60% off deal for a couple's massage and I bought it for us as an anniversary gift. He comes home that night and I'm really excited to tell him I bought us a massage. So I say, "Want to know what I got us for our anniversary?" and he says sure, so I say, "A couple's massage!" And his eyes narrow and he says, "You would do that, wouldn't you." In an act that is totally un-Matt-like, he went ahead and bought us a couple's massage, as well, at a different salon and through a different site (and not 60% off!) a week earlier. So... we bought each other the same exact gift for our anniversary. Yep. At least I know we're kind of on the same page...
• Kerri's visiting! If all goes as planned, my little sister will be here the 19th through the 21st. And I am very, very excited about this. In our area now, there's so much to do and see and I'm really excited to walk her around and show her everything. She hasn't visited by herself yet (and my brother hasn't visited at all! WTF >:[ I've almost been out here a year, Jeff!) and I think we're going to have a lot of fun. Hopefully the weather holds up and we won't be rushing from store to store, dodging puddles or ridiculously oblivious New Yorkers who don't know how to walk and hold umbrellas at the same time!
• I'm going home to the W-B! The last weekend in April, I plan on spending some time with my grandparents and meeting up with Amy and her other bridesmaids to discuss wedding plans and what not. Not quite sure what else this short visit has in store, but I'm really excited about seeing my grandparents. I haven't been home since... January? I think? So it's time.

I think that's about it... Should be a busy month! But, really, when am I not busy?

Must find time for naps.

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Oh, and February is my favorite month because it's my birth month! (Duh.) And I enjoy October, too. Love the weather, love the colors, love the relaxation that October usually brings.

Ramblings.

Well, Spring is supposedly here. But... I don't see or feel it. I'm pretty sure February was warmer than March, and that's pretty sucky. And since it's been so cold and rainy lately, of course I've managed to get sick. Luckily, not the... flu-like illness that plagued the office earlier this month... but the typical sore throat/sneezing that seems to hit me every few months. But it's not so bad. It's an excuse to sleep all day and not clean...

But it's not an excuse to skip the gym! I think I'm finally falling back into a rhythm, and Andrew's going with me every now and then so it's nice to have some company even though we don't really talk when we're there. I'm only up to about 30 minutes of cardio, but I plan on increasing that soon. Still trying to figure out the best times of the night to go so that I have access to all the machines I want. Friday nights are golden, I know that for certain. I have a wedding to attend this November, and then I need to give my dress size to Amy by January for her wedding in October, so that's definitely extra motivation to get back into this and do what I can to get healthy.

Unfortunately, Matt can't really join me on this fitness journey because his schedule just doesn't allow it (or much of anything else...). We've been trying to go for walks in the park on his days off, but it's typically raining or snowing or dark or 20° by the time I get home from work, so that's only happened... once... so far. I think his schedule is still our biggest hurdle; we really don't see each other a lot. It's like I live alone sometimes. But I think I'm getting used to it. Not sure if that's good or bad, though.

I wish I had something exciting to write about, but things have been pretty chill lately. No real updates on our place; we're not not 100 percent unpacked, but I may have sold my dining room table. (I'm not sure; the buyer is really handling this all in a weird way.) So if that's the case, we'll get a few corners back and might be able to finally use our spare room. Uhm... what else? Work is fine; I'm back on track and feel good about most of the work I'm doing. I was able to get copies of a few books in which the authors acknowledged my work inside, so that's pretty cool.

Hm... Easter's coming up. Not going home because we don't get time off for the holiday, so it'd just be too difficult. Unfortunately, Matt doesn't have the day off, so... It'll just be a lazy Sunday for me, I think. I'll make a salad, do some work, take a nap, and then it'll be Monday and I can pretend I didn't spend the holiday alone. Easter was never a big deal for me, so I'm honestly not too concerned about it. I'm just sometimes bothered by the idea that my family is getting together without me while I sit here by myself. But, I'll manage.

Oh! Our eighth anniversary is coming up in April, too. Matt says he has everything figured out/planned, but I don't know what that means and he won't give me any hints. I don't know if there are reservations in store, or if he plans on cooking something here. I don't know if I need to dress up? And if so, if I have to run out and get something new... I said no gifts this year because we're trying to budget, but he just kind of gave me this look so... I'm not sure what's going on. Trying not to get too excited about it, though, because he's human, as am I, and we both occasionally drop the ball. Looking forward to seeing what he does... It's been a crazy year and we've done quite a few things in the last year that we weren't totally planning so we should definitely celebrate. We just can't afford to really break the bank at this point in time. So, we'll see what happens.

Just kind of wrote this to keep myself awake, as I'm pretty comfy on my couch right now and still have two and a half hours until gym time... I could keep going, but it'd be about a whole lot of nothing. Maybe someday soon I'll have a real story to tell!

While I Was Out...

 
I honestly have no idea where I left off, what I've covered, what I haven't... My bad... Things have been pretty busy.
 

MOVING

Mid-January to early February contained the most hectic weeks of my life I think—topping, even, the move to NYC, which happened gradually and calmly, even though I only had a few weeks to do it all. Moving within NYC, though... Totally different story.

But, that's almost all behind us now. We're 75 to 80 percent unpacked, depending on whether you ask me or Matt. While it's true that we only have three or four boxes left to unpack, we still have so much furniture all over the place (anyone want to buy a pub table or a papasan?) and so many random things to put away/hang/store/throw out, etc. Really no idea when we're going to get around to finishing up, especially since neither of us ever makes much progress on our own (he likes to sleep on his days off; I rarely have days off) and we have like, no time together. But we'll figure it out. Everything's functional for now. When it's tidier, I'll have photos. Until then, check out the empty apartment photos and visualize furniture!

WORK

In the meantime, things at work are finally back to normal. I had a few rough weeks during the move in which I struggled to get to work on time and was just kind of falling behind because of constant phone calls with the real estate agent and picking up the keys from the landlord and signing papers and packing and just... everything piling up. But now, that's all behind me and I've been getting to work not even on time, but early some days! Which, if you know me, is... odd.

Wrapping up spring books a bit early, starting on fall books soon (many of which I acquired myself!), and then looking ahead to winter and spring 2014 and attempting to acquire a few more. I went to lunch with our editor-at-large this afternoon and we had a good time, eating sushi and talking about the acqusitions process. It's definitely something I enjoy and definitely something I want to do more and more of as time passes.

I also received an email from an author today that ended with the following paragraph:

"I can't imagine doing what you do. And you do it so well BTW. You are a saint. A goddess of the publishing world. I'd go nutz dealing with ne'er do wells like me everyday...."

I made sure our director saw this, and we joked about getting me a plaque. Then he dubbed himself a publishing god. Today was a good, amusing day. The office was very... lax. Everyone was joking around, there wasn't a ton of stress. It was almost better than last Thursday, when our publisher treated the entire office to a cupcake and coffee fieldtrip. (I kid you not.)

MATT

Matt works... and works... and works. He has his first social engagement (for lack of better words.. man-date?) that doesn't involve me (or drinks at 2 a.m. after work) on Thursday and is pretty excited about it. They're going to a show downtown that I'm not even the slightest bit interested in, so I'm glad he found someone else to go with! However, I'll have to go if the friend backs out. So... let's hope that doesn't happen.

Like I said, we don't see each other a lot, but it's working. He's hoping to move up to the main kitchen (there are three: main, prep, and pastry) soon, which will also come with the opportunity to create an amuse-bouche (one bite dishes) or two for the menu. He's constantly talking about flavor combinations and this and that, so I'm pretty sure that means he's excited about it. And I would be, too. I think, in SAT speak, his amuse-bouche is to an acquisiton in my world. Maybe. Might even be more exciting than that.

GYM!

I'm back to the gym! And for real this time. The new gym is three blocks away and is wonderful. It's definitely no Planet Fitness, that's for sure. And I'm barely paying more than I was paying at PF. The members don't remind me of convicts—and they don't look at me like I'm a drumstick, either. The machines are new and clean, the locker room is really pretty and has a steam room, and there are two or three classrooms. The classes are included in the membership, and I really think I want to try a spin class eventually. Not right now, though, because I don't think I could handle it just yet.

You can actually tour my new gym on Google+! Check it out if you're interested/jealous/curious/nosy: click! (No judgment here. I'd do it if I was reading your blog.)

Going to try to get back into at least three days a week, at least an hour each day (cardio + strength) to start. Eventually work my way up to 1.5 to 2 hours, like I used to, depending on the day and how much work awaits me at home. One of the good things about Matt's schedule is that I don't have to worry about rushing home to hang out with him because he's not here. Which gives me tons of time to work on myself. Which is healthy and necessary and nice.

OTHER STUFFS

Spending tons of time reading (mostly on the train) and enjoying every second of it. Totally in the right profession; no doubt about it.

Also spending a bit of time working creatively, as I'm finally getting around to helping Sara out with her YA novel. We're about five chapters in now (hitting Chapter Five right after I post this) and I think it's looking good! We'll be looking for Beta readers soon, so if anyone's interested/curious, chat me and we'll set something up.

I can't really think if there's anything else going on. Trying not to spend a lot of money, so there hasn't been much social stuff, other than spending every single weekend with Andrew, my BFFL! ;) I'm trying to challenge myself to spend no more than $50 a week on my own stuff (non-apartment essentials/food). So far, haven't spent a single dollar Monday or Tuesday, so we're off to a good start! (This challenge started Monday, ps.)

Don't think there's really much else... Found out recently that four or five people from high school are out here, too! So we're going to try to plan a night for drinks when everyone's settled. Should be fun!

Moving Day... The Last One for a Long Time. I Hope.

And the stress continues... but at least the "moving" part of "moving" is over.

Speaking of the "moving" part of "moving," the actual process was a nightmare. And it ended up costing us a little more than double what we originally expected which... just made the nightmare even worse, of course. What we were originally told would take four hours actually took seven and a half. And at the end of those seven and a half hours, we were left with my giant couch in the hallway. They were able to get it up five flights of stairs, but just couldn't get it through the front door.

So we called a man known as The Couch Doctor. It was about 5:30 when we made the call. And by 7:00, an old hispanic man had the couch in pieces and in the apartment. Not kidding—

This is the top half of the couch. I didn't want to be a creep and snap a bunch of pictures while they worked, so this is the only proof I have. But less than 45 minutes later, the entire couch was put back in one piece without any issues and they walked away with a pocket full of cash we did not plan on spending when we woke up that morning.

Now, we're unpacking. Or at least, trying to. Clothes are in the closet (which conveniently has two bars to hang clothes on and a few built-in shelves that make me happy) and a few glasses are in the cupboard, but we can't really get to those cabinets because the kitchen is only half unpacked. As is every other room in the apartment, as you may witness in these photos:

First room off the kitchen.

 

Half of the living room. Yes, I have watched nothing but The Office for a week now.

Part of the bedroom. So much work to do.

The other end of the bedroom. Just looking at it gives me a headache...

I didn't get as much unpacking done this weekend as I wanted to because—not gonna lie—I spent a lot of the weekend catching up on the sleep I missed while packing all last week. And I went into work because catalog season is starting and I just wanted to try to get a little bit ahead before I fell completely behind. Siiighhh.

Everything is piling up right now with work/home, headaches are constant, and sleep is still lacking. But at least everything's where it needs to be at the moment. Everything's under one roof... Speaking of roof, we haven't been up to ours yet (nor do we know if we're allowed to) but hopefully the view is decent. I'm a huge fan of the view from the stoop: I can see The Gap!

Kind of distracted right now and my head hurts. Hoping to use this week to get back on track with work (no more leaving early to see places, taking lunches to sign leases, etc.) and get this apartment organized a bit. We need to buy a drill so we can hang some shelves and get some stuff off the ground. And we need to buy a coat rack so we can hang half of our million hoodies. And I'd love to set up the desk so I don't get too used to working in the living room... again.

Oh, and having a cable box would be good, too. Considering I missed the Super Bowl tonight. When the Time Warner guy came, he took the wrong box back with him. Good thing for Netflix!

Hello, from our new place:

And our new pets:

Found a New Place! Moving in T-Minus 36 Hours.

Goodbye, Washington Heights! Hello, Upper East Side!

Hello, Best Buy and Barnes & Noble within walking distance. Hello, Shake Shack and Chipotle. Hello, 6-train and good riddance A-train!

So long to the Friday, Saturday, and holiday 2am fiestas! Toodles to our 40° bedroom. Hello, five flights of stairs every single day... And, coincidentally, hey there, quads! Miss me?

Yep, we're moving. And we had exactly nine days to pack this time. Correction: Make that I had nine days to pack. Matt has been absolutely no help, because Matt has been at work all day every day. But, we knew that would happen, so... I've been sucking it up and trying to pack two people's possessions. And it does, seriously, suck.

I have a bit more left... The kitchen and the bathroom, mostly. And the tops of the dressers in the bedroom. All my books are tucked neatly away in boxes and shopping bags, and my clothes are in garbage bags. You should see where my loyalties lie.

The movers will be here at 9:00 Wednesday morning, the internet/tv installation is taking place between 4:00 and 5:00 (so... like... 6:00 and 7:00?), and our first order of groceries should be arriving around that time period, too. So we should have just about everything we need in our new place by 9:00 on Wednesday evening. Then, and only then, will I allow myself to rest.

The past two weeks have been crazy. Absolutely torturous and stressful. But, I think, we're going to land feet first. We got the apartment I referenced in the last entry, the two bedroom on the Upper East Side. 85th and Lexington, to be exact. It's way smaller than the place we have now (even with the two "bedrooms"), but I think it'll work better for us. Less to clean, less to pack with unnecessary furniture and what not. Matt mentioned that he's looking forward to downsizing and I think I have to agree. We barely made use of all the space we have now. Sure, we'll miss it, but I think we'll get used to everything pretty quickly. Especially our new area...

I'm so excited about the new area; it more than makes up for the higher rent, the realtor's fee, and the smaller rooms. There's so much to do; we'll be three blocks from Central Park, one block from the subway stop and the bus stop, and just a few blocks south is tons of shopping. Plus, we're only ten blocks from Andrew for the time being, so no more passive-aggressive arguing about who has to make the trip across the park to visit the other.

Once we actually get settled, though, it's time to really buckle down and save. I have to find more freelance, try to get more organized at work, and start working on the young adult novel that I've had to put on hold during this whole search. We'll unpack a little at a time, try to figure out how everything will fit, and hopefully I'll be able to have people over for my birthday, which is a Sunday this year and comes right before President's Day, which is an office holiday.

Matt's twenty-fifth birthday is tomorrow; I bought presents, but didn't wrap them. Didn't bother with a card for the very first birthday ever because I figured it'd get lost in the mess that is our current apartment. But hopefully we'll be able to celebrate this week or next. His days off may be changing from Wednesday/Thursday to Friday/Saturday, which means we may actually be able to act like a real couple in their mid-twenties and go out on the weekends. Within reason, of course, because we're supposed to be budgeting.

It'll probably take a while to get photos of the new place with all our stuff inside, so for now, I'll leave you with a few I took tonight when I went over to measure the rooms and test out my keys (and the commute). The keys gave me a hard time (as did the stairs... which makes me nervous for the movers...), but I think we'll be okay in this place.

Front door is to the right. At the back of the building. New fridge and stove.

New cabinets, new stove. Not a lot of counter space, but we'll figure something out. I don't really cook to begin with...

Potty.

Room #1 off the kitchen. It's tiny; thinking the futon and something else will go in here.

Room #2, between Room #1 and the bedroom. This will probably be the living room, only because we don't think we want people walking through our bedroom to get to the living room.

Bedroom; bigger than what we have now. Closet is in Room #2 and is pretty deep. Windows look out at the huge apartment complex across the street and the fire station.

Other view of Bedroom.

Eleven apartments later... Still looking... But close?

As made obvious via my Facebook posts from today and yesterday, I am completely worn out. Work plus apartment hunting has totally wiped me out this week. Physically, yeah, but emotionally as well.

At work, it's hard to concentrate on the actual work because all I can think about is looking at apartments. Will we find something? Will we be forced to settle? What happens if we can't get out in time? Do we have enough money for this? Will the guarantors be accepted? And on, and on, and on... Constant stress. On top of a catalog season that hasn't quite started yet, but will certainly keep me busy for a while.

After a disappointing experience Wednesday night, Matt and I met with a new realtor and company last night. And she's absolutely amazing. As I explained to a few people this morning, we told the first agent, "We'd like A, B, and C." And they were like, "Meh... How 'bout X, Y, and Z?" They told us we couldn't afford what we wanted and that we basically had to go up hundreds of dollars in our already tight budget to get even close to what we're looking for. They took us to three places, we couldn't get in one because they didn't have the right keys, and we sneaked into another that the landlord specifically told us we could not see. And the ones that we did see just weren't... worth the money we would have to pay for them.

The first company insisted that for our budget, we'd need to look at studios. They didn't show us a single "true" one bedroom and they didn't even take us to the Lower East Side, which is where we really wanted to be. That is our ideal location. However, we're extremely flexible. We just need Matt's commute to not be stupid long anymore.

So previously that day, I'd gotten an email, a text, and a phone call from an agent from a different company who I had emailed two days earlier. I texted her while we were eating Wednesday night after seeing the disappointing apartments with the first company. By 11:00 that night, she'd already given me a full list of properties we could afford—all true one bedrooms—and most were LES. So we set up an appointment for Thursday and I left work early to meet her at 4.

We saw seven apartments on the LES last night. Seven apartments that, according to the first company, were not in our budget and didn't even exist. And what's even more, the agent took us to open houses. So anyone could've seen them. So it's not like the first company didn't know about them or didn't have access to  them. Ugh. Whatever.

Of the seven, we really liked two. One was directly across the street from Matt's restaurant. The other, three blocks away. We got really excited about them, got our hopes up really far, and decided to put applications in. So we went back to the agent's office on Union Square and by the time we got there, someone else had put in an app for the apartment across the street from wd~50. Bummer. Big, old, bummer. So we went in as a back up and said if we couldn't get that one, we'd want to apply to the one three blocks away. We left the office at 9:45 last night.

Well, we didn't get the first one. And then while we were putting paperwork together and exchanging phone calls and everything else today, I remembered to ask about the second apartment's move-in date. We need a move-in date of February 15 at the latest because new tenants will be in our apartment March 1. Well, of course this place was March 1 move-in. And none of us knew that (agents included) because last night, two apartments in the building were open. And when we heard one was February 15, I guess we all thought the other was, as well. So, we didn't even bother applying for the second one because we can't be homeless for two weeks.

So... we're both totally, completely disappointed. Distraught. Stressed even worse. I couldn't concentrate on my work, and I had planned on staying at the office until 7 or 8 tonight to catch up on the hours I missed when I had to leave early to meet with the agents this week. But at 4:30, I got a text from the agent asking if I could meet her on the Upper East Side at 6:30. And of course I said sure.

And I'm so glad I did. Because I saw three apartments in one building—and I'm positive we'd be happy in any of them. Two bedrooms, living room, kitchen with new appliances, updated bathroom. In all three. In an awesome part of UES. We wouldn't even really have to get rid of much of our furniture. I think we could make it work. So... I texted Matt like mad while he was at work and we decided to apply for them. I was at the office with the VP and my agent until 9:30 again, filling out forms and getting information for the app. It's ridiculous how hard it is to rent a place in NYC, but... I understand it. I do. But that doesn't make it any less of a pain in the ass.

So, our apps are in for that apartment. But... the work is not yet over. And neither is the waiting game. We won't find out if we get any of them until Monday. Tuesday at the latest. So in the meantime, I'm meeting with our agent again tomorrow. And we're seeing a few more places on the UES. So far, I've spent about four hours filling out paperwork in this woman's office. And eight hours looking at places. And I only just started working with her on Thursday. She's awesome. She listens to us. She understands what we want and she's not pushing us toward anything we don't want and aren't ready for. I can't wait to find a place so I can write her a great review on like, every website I can find.

So after I search tomorrow, I'm headed to the office to work in peace for a little while. No phones, no emails. Just need to knock a bunch of stuff off my to-do list. And then, depending on what I get accomplished tomorrow and how tired I am at the end of the day, we'll see if I go back in on Sunday.

For now, I'm going to cuddle up on the couch under a bunch of blankets, watch some TLC wedding shows, and maybe sleep until Matt gets home... in like, two hours. Gross.

So tired. And it's not over yet.

Apartment Hunt #2: Officially Underway

Since I last wrote, quite a bit has happened. At work, we're gearing up for our Fall 2013 season and I officially acquired my tenth book today! (Happy dance.) Tons of original work coming out in time for next Christmas that I'm super psyched to edit. Memoirs and novels mostly, which... is pretty perfect for me.

In the meantime, though, work is kicking my ass in every way, whether I'm at home or at my desk. I have a feeling I'll be spending the next few weekends in the office, just trying to catch up—and then get ahead. Which is actually okay because we could use the money, because...

We're moving! Again.

It's official. I received confirmation last week that we could get out of our lease without any penalties and they already have someone moving in March 1. So we're looking to get out by February 15. We met with an agent today, looked at two places on the Upper East Side, but really weren't impressed. By the agents, by the apartments... The area was cool, but still too far away from where we want to be. The Lower East Side is somewhat unrealistic for our budget, but I've been in touch with another realtor for a different company and she sent us a few listings in the LES that we could possibly see Thursday or I could see on Saturday.

So, we're making progress. We have a few weeks, but we'd really like to know where we'll be by February 1 so we can schedule a moving company, send our extra furniture home, and pack and clean. The search today was almost disheartening, especially because the people we were touring with kept emphasizing that we couldn't get what we wanted. We know we're going to be sacrificing space—and a bit more money—but we're willing to do that if we can spend a bit more time together and reduce Matt's fifteen-hours-per-week commute.

So, mid-February, if all goes according to plan... We'll be seeing Anthony Raneri play an acoustic set on February 13. Valentine's Day is the 14th, although we're not quite sure if we're going to celebrate it because we may be a bit po'. I'll be taking my "floating holiday" on the 15th to watch the movers (alone, because Matt's going to get out of another move. This is #3 that he doesn't have to help with). The 16th, we'll be unpacking. And the 17th, still unpacking, and celebrating my birthday. Again, alone. Unless I can get some people to take me out. And then the 18th, President's Day, the office is closed. So more unpacking!

Busy, busy month. And before that all happens, Matt's birthday is coming and we're supposed to be getting a visit from Stan, which will result in what I can only assume will be an impressive evening as we dine with Matt at wd~50 on a discount. But we'll see what happens.