My name is Pete Ellison. I'm an artist/designer/dj who just recently moved from Portland to San Francisco.

Monday, April 21, 2008

 

Couch Adventure 2008, or how Alex & I may or may not have been in danger of getting arrested for illegal dumping

I hate couches!


Some of you know that when I lived with AimeeG, we had the worst couch in the known universe (acquired from Corey, thank you Virginia). When it came time to get a new couch, we knew there was no way we could get rid of this monstrosity, so Aimee, Sarah & I tore the couch apart with our bare hands (and some powertools) and basically threw it in the dumpster of our apartment complex.



Fast forward to 2008, Alex and I are getting ready for my move and decided that rather than haul our cat-scratched, stained, 400 pound sleeper sofa to San Francisco, we should just try and dispose of it. We tried putting it on the curb, Craigslist, taking it to Goodwill, and Finders Keepers in Gresham, all to no avail. The free couch bar is apparently too high.


Our dear friend Heather suggested we just find a neighboring apartment complex and drop it off near the dumpster. Sounds like a fine idea, but on the way there we saw the Salvation Army on Powell and thought it looked like a good spot (it's on a side street, near a construction area... don't judge me). It took us maybe all of 30 seconds to dump it off, but something caught my eye and I noticed a girl at the bus stop across the street shake her head at me in disapproval and make a call on her cel phone. We bailed quick but then realized she was probably calling the cops, so we headed back, ninja-hoodie clad, and loaded the cursed sofa back into our U-haul




There's a point where I contemplated that a $2,000 illegal dumping fine might not actually be that bad if I would never have to see this couch ever again. Luckily my Alex is resourceful and we found a dump (pictured) where it would only cost us $17 to get rid of it.


We're now in our new place, and couchless. I'm thinking a LoveSac sounds pretty good.


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Fubonn!

Before I moved to San Francisco, a bunch of us went to awesome Vietnamese megacomplex Fubonn, where Corey found some sort of soda called Sars(i)! If you've never been to Fubonn (82nd Ave & Powell), it's the only place I know of where you can buy delicious bubble tea, a rice dispensing machine the size of your house, giant marble statues (don't climb!) and Swap Meet Louie all under one roof. The grocery store also features the largest freezer case of fake meat items I've ever seen.



Also, you can ride on a giant donkey if your boyfriend makes you.

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