Remember a hundred years ago when I was writing about our home shopping experience in Boca Rotan? And then I suddenly stopped? And then no one heard another word?
It’s because we were trying to buy a stupid short-sale property. Which means the offer goes though 100 layers of bank bureaucracy. And they take 10 weeks to respond to your offer. And then you counter. And they take three weeks to respond. And then you counter again. And they take a few days to respond. And then you counter, and say you’ve had enough and the offer expires at close of business.
And at 4;55 p.m. your agent calls and says they’ve accepted and the property is going into escrow.
That was our reality last Friday afternoon.
Saturday I bought a plane ticket and today I’m getting on a plane and heading out to make sure the home is in the same condition is was last July, and to sign the necessary paperwork to make it ours.
Since I’m going to Boca, Ricky thought it a good idea to bring a few things with. He is concerned that we have an overabundance of bath towels in this home and we should repurpose some in Boca.
I said I was struggling to understand the logic in paying a $20 baggage fee to bring a $20 set of mis-matched towels to Boca.
Then the light bulb went on above Ricky’s head.
I pride myself in smuggling crap out of the house when Ricky’s not looking.
Except for kitchen gadgets.
I don’t know what they are or what they do, or why I see a $200 charge on the AMEX from Creative Kitchen every now and then.
But I don’t care.
I eat well and as long as Ricky keeps the gourmet meals coming my way, I’m fine.
Anyway, Ricky gets the great idea that if I’m going to pay a checked bag fee, I should incorporate some of his excess kitchen gadgets into the orphan towel collection and bring the works to Boca.
So today, I’m hopping in sexy-car and heading to Minneapolis and boarding a SunCountry flight to Boca. And I’m bringing my designer carry-on bag with my essentials for a three day get-away.
And a giant black steamer trunk. Loaded with cast-iron kitchen gear. To stash in the garage until the home is out of escrow and in our possession.
Today’s Gay Agenda: Never a dull moment in Ricky-Brad world. Sincerely feel saddened that Ricky’s too busy to join me and I have to go alone. I’m sure I’ll get over it though.