We have to move apartments, not altogether a bad thing, just a pain in the you-know-what. The biggest problem for me is relocating my bar, which over the years had swelled to more than 100 bottles.
My old apartment had a built-in bar/buffet, which was large enough to accommodate everything. The new place has nothing like this. It took me hours to box up all the bottles (11 cases worth), put them in the car and take them up the stairs. I did this alone to avoid any sort of complaining from the wife about how sprawling the bar has gotten.
Right now, the collection resides in a closet in our new place, which is in Cole Valley—an entirely new neighborhood for me. I don't know too much about it, except for the wonderful fact that I am now only blocks away from one of the best cocktail bars in the city, the Alembic.
Get ready, Daniel.