Built to last - Melee

After a looong day after a looooooong week, yesterday I was turning off the highway into Amstelveen, after a trip of 1.5 hours to drop a personal hero off. The iPod had been shuffling in my favor for most of the way and after 3 nice latin variations (a Gloria Estefan I knew word for word, a great Marc Anthony slow starting cha cha cha and a baki number I never heard before but with  a baseline that probably scared the guy in the car next to me at the stoplights), Built to last came by on the final homestretch.
This song was one of the songs we picked for our wedding program/fan.  And yesterday it immediately inspired a blog.

This last week has been a intense one, filled with work and chores, but also with fun stuff. Friends of ours are moving and I had been helping throughout the week to get the little stuff over, so that yesterday we could get the big stuff over with a truck. The aforementioned hero [or (mini) Tante Emma minion, depending from which side you are looking at it] Arjan, slept over on Friday to help out. So Friday evening we had a Catan game going, both won by Arjan like a boss and it was wonderful to hear Joris relaxing after the week he had. A friend of Joris' from primary school from 25 years ago, that we stumbled across in the supermarket a while back, completed the group. It keeps amazing me how some friendships are instant and lasting, disregarding age and location...

So, to get back at other stuff that are built to last. The man of the house of the friends moving, likes to build things. Out of wood. Hard wood. In other words, heavy wood. So yesterday the guys lugged complete floors around, enough custom made cabinets to fill a library and just miscellaneous wood. Ah, the jokes were legendary. We stopped laughing a bit though, for a while.  Most people, as students or just starting out, have met BILLY. In all forms and sizes, cheap, dependable, 1 tool required, carry home yourself Billy. Meet William. Or better yet SIR William.

It took 4 men and a woman to move big Willy from the wall, flip over on the side, move through the living room, down slippery stairs, through the yard, through the guesthouse and into the truck. My hand were too full to take pictures, dangit! That is when the jokes became even better. About all the benefits of Ikea, about accidents happening during moving, about the limits of friendship and when to strike as minions...

Another new friend we made yesterday: Fred. A Saab 900i special Flintstone edition, that the guys pushed from the old house to our 'pit'. Fred is looking for a new owner, so contact all your architect friends and spread the word!