Movies+friends+Food= Dinner & movie nights.
There’s nothing like getting together with friends to watch terrible movies and share a meal, and that’s exactly what we used to do on a weekly basis. Starting in 2003, my best buddy Laneit and I would spend Friday night’s over to our friend’s Caitlin and Ali’s. Each week, we’d watch a couple of movies and have dinner.
The first couple of years our little get togethers took place at Caitlin’s apartment In Scituate Ma. She was living in the basement apartment at her uncle and aunt’s house, and this place was great. Caitlin had her own kitchen, full bathroom, living room, and easy access to the back yard.
The best part about going over thee was that Caitlin was going to cook dinner for us once in a while. And let me tell you something.. this girl can cook! Over the course of our trips to Scituate, Caitlin made for us: calzones, pizza, quesadillas, wings, all sorts of good stuff.
The first time Laneit, Ali, and I went over to Caitlin’s, she had one request before we ate. Caitlin wanted us to movie a couch from upstairs and bring down to her living room. We all said sure, and went up to retrieve the couch. I’m not sure what you’d call this style of furniture, all I know is that this couch was the squarest couch I had ever seen.
We didn’t have any problems getting the couch out of the upstairs living room and through the door, but things got complicated when we reached the stairs. The staircase was one of those that you go down for a bit and turn, then go down again in the opposite direction. We got it down the first flight of stairs just fine, but turning became an issue.
Laneit and I ended up at the bottom of the stairs, while Caitlin and Ali sort of swung the couch over to us. It wasn’t pretty, but it worked. We switched places and now Ali and I were carrying one end walking backwards towards the door, while Laneit and Caitlin held the other end of the couch. And then it happened: the couch got stuck in the door.
All four of us tried moving back to adjust the angle, but this freaking couch wasn’t going anywhere. The couch was jammed in the doorway in such a way that Ali and I couldn’t see Laneit and Caitlin on the other side. We somehow managed to nudge it just enough so Caitlin could crawl under one corner so that three of us could try to punch it out of the door frame.
We all knew the couch couldn’t stay where it was, but nobody had any ideas on how to get it out. Then it hit me: I wonder if the couch legs come off? I dove down to the one couch leg I could get at, and sure enough, the little sucker screwed right off. Laneit and Caitlin had access to two other legs, leaving just the one leg wedged in the door.
Even with three legs now off, the couch was still wedged in the doorway. I told Laneit he and Caitlin should try getting a head start and push it through the door. I told Ali we should move out of the way, and when Laneit and Caitlin pushed the couch in, it popped into the living room spinning on its one leg like it was a coin.
To this day I will never forget the couch just spinning in the middle of the room. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but it felt like it was happening in slow motion. Ali and I ran to catch it before it tipped over on something. It took over an hour but we finally got the couch where Caitlin wanted it.
Caitlin felt bad because it turned into such a complicated task, but we didn’t mind helping her out. It turned out to be a funny experience, and one I’ll always remember. And like Laneit later said, “At least we worked for our dinner.”