Bad news: It's really damn empty!!!
We closed on the house this past Thursday, and immediately started moving in after we got our tradition on:
We got the necessities set up (bed for us, temp. bed for Dylan (see below), TV, microwave), and set about moving clothes and such in. Our plan is to donate/CraigsList our old furniture, and buy new stuff.
With that in mind, we set out on Sunday to get a dining room table we'd seen before, look at sofas, and get a bed for Dylan. He is sleeping on an air mattress, so a real bed would be nice. Our first stop was a Kids furniture store on Glenwood Avenue that I won't mention by name. (It rhymes with Mushrooms Two Go Kids.) We knew exactly what bed and dresser we wanted, and all we needed was someone to ring us up. We should have suspected that the staff was just phoning it in when we saw the same two preteens running at full speed around the store for a good 30 minutes, doing laps, running into displays, and never stopped by parent or employee. Once we finally got someone to ring us up, it got worse. This woman had no interest in selling us furniture, offered no help, and barely answered our questions. When we asked about delivery, and were told that it would be 2 1/2 weeks, we asked if we could take it ourselves (we had the truck) so that we didn't have to wait. She very snootily told us that they didn't keep stock in-store, and if we didn't want to pay for delivery, we could drive to Georgia and pick it up at the warehouse. With that, we left in mid-sale. I don't mind the paying, but if your only option is delivery, say that up-front when we ask. Also, if delivery isn't a choice, why make it a separate charge? Wrap that into the cost of the furniture, and be done with it. And, while you're at it, send your crusty retirees to finishing school to learn some damn manners.
That led us to Home Comfort. Heather had seen a dining room table that she really liked, and I liked it, too. Once again, we walked into a furniture store knowing exactly what we wanted. This time, however, it was totally different. We were casually approached in the table section by Sue, a very nice saleslady who told us to call if we needed anything. We, in fact, needed something, and she was more than happy to talk to us for as long as we needed to get what we wanted. She explained their policies on things, how long the table would take to get in and delivered (delivery is an option, not a mandate), and any other questions we had. We made a deposit on the table and were ready to leave very satisfied. We had mentioned sofas, so she took us to see the living room furniture. Even though we told her that we were definitely not buying a sofa that day, and we'd already paid for the table, she still helped us with fabrics, selections, and other options. We left the store VERY satisfied that we'd gotten what we wanted and been treated fairly.
On a happier note, I had a great Father's Day. We went out with my dad Saturday night to the Barbeque Lodge (Mmmm), so it was good to see him. On Sunday, Heather got us doughnuts, and we rented movies to watch on the new Blu-Ray player. (We were going to see Kung-Fu Panda 2, but the timing never really worked out.) We rented Megamind, which we'd never seen, and it was really good
After Dylan went to bed, we watched the new Piranha. In case you didn't know, I am a huge fan of (read: sucker for) creature flicks. Alien, Jaws, Predator, Sharktopus -- if it has nonhuman things killing human things, I'm in. I was excited about this release at first, but never got a chance to see it in 3D -- I missed my shot. The 2D version was exactly what I expected, and was decent. Eli Roth obviously lent a hand to more than the wet T-shirt contest, since there was WAY more gore and mutilation by nonfish than expected. It was also cool to see so many "named" actors. Heather will probably disagree with me, but everyone has their own taste. :)
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