Dorms, Boggarts, and Not Enough Sleep

So I finally moved Mikey into his dorm at NYU. He, his mom (my stepmother...let's call her "StepMom"), and his cousin ("RY") arrived on Saturday morning at the butt-crack of dawn (they had taken a redeye from CA). I offered them to take them back to my house so they could nap for a little bit, but they were all gung-ho about doing some dorm shopping, so we did. I had printed out a list of things he would need, and over the summer I had been surreptitiously acquiring various items for him, from a fridge to file folders, so at least we didn't wander around too aimlessly.

We managed to get all our shopping done by 2 PM (well, everything that would fit in my little Saturn, that is). When we finally got home, that's when everyone crashed...everyone except Mikey, that is. He was still wide awake, and he and I decided to watch the highly appropriate movie, The Freshman. Of course, even I fell asleep in the middle of it, but he stayed alert and engaged throughout the whole movie. Pretty good for someone who was going on three hours of sleep on a plane. Sure enough, though, after dinner, we watched another movie on TV, and he was out like a light before any of the rest of us.

What I enjoyed most about having houseguests was that I was able to cook for them. First of all, Mikey's a vegetarian too (okay, so I'm a pesco-vegetarian...or, as some people like to call it, a pesky vegetarian, so Mikey's more strict with his diet than I am), and second of all, StepMom and RY are from the Phillipines, so they're more amenable to the idea of having the curry I made for dinner. I couldn't imagine anyone who actually lives in my house (besides me, of course) even touching the stuff. I mean, it's not meat and potatoes: scandalous! Granted, there were potatoes in the curry, but you know what I mean.

On Sunday, I packed everyone and everything in the car and drove up to New York. It didn't take very long to unload, but there were long lines for check-in and, more importantly, for the elevator (Mikey's on the 16th floor). Luckily I didn't have to wait in line very much since I had to dash to Queens and get another carload of stuff (fridge, microwave, etc.) I had dropped off at a friend's house earlier. And on Monday, I ended up going to NY again to bring him the stuff that didn't fit in my car on Sunday.

StepMom and RY ended left on Sunday afternoon, since they both had to be back at work in CA on Monday morning, so I drove them to the airport. I came back to NYU to do some extra shopping at Bed, Bath, and Beyond with Mikey...they were open until midnight for a move-in day extravaganza, and NYU IDs got you a 10% discount. Discount good. Sale good. Dorm stuff expensive.

Besides a very bizarre lunch with StepMom's future brother-in-law (I'm really not clear on the details, but I guess her sister has been dating this guy online for a while and he plans on bringing her into the country and marrying her), who brought his mom along for the lunch, everything else ran very smoothly and according to plan. I think Mikey is now well-ensconced in his dorm with a view, and I can get back to my normal, everyday craziness.