the one where my life turns into an episode of friends

Except not as funny.

One of my favorite episodes of Friends is the one where Ross buys a couch but it does not fit up the stairs of his apartment complex. Even over the weekend, when we started to load my belongings onto the truck, we would keep saying "pivot!" and laughing hysterically.

Saturday, when I arrived at my apartment complex, things started to go downhill. And the continued on that downhill slope for the rest of the day. No one ever said moving was suppose to be fun (or easy) and alas, it was not.

All day, we had waited on my couch to arrive so that we'd actually have something to sit on. Because aside from my bed, I did not have a stick of furniture to my name. We were using boxes as chairs by 6:30.

Finally, however, the delivery men arrived! We sang a chorus of hallelujah and welcomed them in. Only after building them a bridge to get to the stairs since it had been raining buckets all day and my apartment was suddenly lake front property.

With the rain still falling, they carried my couch up the stairs and (halfway) into the apartment. However, the angle of my entryway and hallway leading to the living room are a bit awkward. The ceilings are, of course, lower there than anywhere else in the apartment.

So with many attempts, many different angles, and one broken light fixture, they declared that it simply would not fit.

At this point, my step-dad and uncle stepped in, trying to help the two delivery men. They tried countless more angles to move the couch inside. To no avail, however.

My step-dad then decided that if they took the front door completely off (!!!) that it surely would fit. So, they took my front door off its hinges and tried again.

But alas, it still would not fit.

This is the point at which I broke down and cried. I got my couch for a killer deal and did not want to have to go pick out a new one and probably spend more money. Then have to go through this all over again.

The men had one more idea, though. They would simply bring the couch through the back balcony doors.

One problem: I live on the second floor.

The men took the couch around back (which had turned into a lake, too) and with two men at the bottom and two men on the balcony, they heaved the couch onto the balcony and through the balcony doors. And finally, safely into my living room.

I would have taken pictures of the ordeal if I had been present to watch it all unfold. I couldn't bring myself to watch, however, and instead stayed in my bedroom to cry.

Now, the apartment comes complete with a lovely sofa because it is never moving from this spot.

ikea: like disney world, only better

Sunday, I forced my parents (I needed my dad's truck for all the grand plans I had) to drive me an hour north to this place of wonders.

I'd seen pictures on the news - crowds lined up waiting for the doors to open each and every morning. Of people camping outside, days before the grand opening, only a month earlier. It was like no one had ever seen a discount furniture store.

Or maybe no one had ever seen a Swedish discount furniture store before.

I wanted to see what all of the hype was about. I also wanted to get me some discount furniture - and yes, Swedish discount furniture at that. Especially since I'll be moving in a few short weeks and the only furniture I have to my name is my bed and a bookshelf I picked up at Target.

And so, I had lofty expectations for this Swedish discount furniture store.

We arrived to an empty parking lot Sunday morning. I considered that all of the hype had been exaggerated, no one really wanted discount Swedish furniture. But then, I considered that we were two hours early and the store didn't open until 12 on Sundays.

After driving aimlessly around town for awhile, we ventured back to the promised land and found, much to our amazement, the parking lot begin to fill. Even with an hour left to open.

Then, the line began to form.

Then, the rain started to pour. With the rain pouring in, the crowds began doing the same.

Finally, at 11:30, the doors were opening and we trickled inside with the rest of them. We were given a map (shown above) of the maze that is IKEA and tiny pencils in which to mark our findings.

My mom and I executed a game plan. My step-dad commented on the losers surrounding him. We reminded him he was one of them.

With hundreds of other thrifty shoppers, we began our way through the maze that is IKEA. Ushered from one room to next without even realizing it. Gazing at everything from couches to throw pillows to kitchen cabinets to vases.

It was crowded. It was overwhelming - with everything there was to see and experience and to browse. It was just like Disney World.

Only better.

Especially for a frugal soul like myself, looking to furnish her first apartment as inexpensively as possible. IKEA, the Swedish discount furniture store, was just the place for me.

It was like finding my mother ship.

In only two hours (it could have been much, much, much longer, but we were ushered quickly through by the man we had brought with us) we'd made it through IKEA.

And for only $300, I walked away with 2 end tables, a coffee table, an entire bed, a pillow that had the map of the world on it, 2 lamps, a rug, and 3 tiny stuffed animals and burp clothes for a certain someone I learned was expecting that very morning.

Not too shabby.

So, for that, IKEA became my version of the happiest place on earth.

After all, discount Swedish furniture is bound to make anyone happy.