The Futon Sofa-Bed that Ate San Francisco

(Who needs to go see "King Kong?")

Mancini's Sleepworld delivered my new futon sofa-bed yesterday afternoon. It looked normal-sized in their spacious Van Ness Avenue showroom, but when it was plunked down in my *cozy* San Francisco studio apt., it revealed itself to be...

...quite large.

Make that: HUGE. Very Huge.

Yah. So I proceeded to freak out, instead of just being happy I was the proud owner of a brand-new futon sofa-bed that will potentially provide me with years of sitting and sleeping pleasure.

To make matters worse, I couldn't figure out how to open and close the damned thing and the delivery guys didn't show me, plus there were no written instructions. Lame! Every goddamned thing for sale comes with written instructions and disclaimers and tons of totally useless information. Except for my new futon sofa-bed. Yeesh, okay, this is officially a rant.

I spent several hours lugging it across the beige carpeting, trying to find a spot for it that wouldn't take up the entire room. I finally settled on one and slept on it-- literally-- overnight. (Futon mattress was alright, I guess I'll get used to it.) Spent another hour today lugging this monster to a new spot, plus had some service guys come out to properly demonstrate how to fold it up.

Cool greenish velourish futon cover is on order, still to come. BTW, those little armrest side-table thingies flip up and down, which is half the reason I bought this piece of furniture. I thought they were so cute-- you can put your mug of coffee on them as you're sitting in Futon Semi-Comfort. And there are storage drawers underneath. A lot of bang for the buck, as they say...

I guess I'm kind of liking it now and getting used to it. One thing happened immediately: my kitty Sunshine made herself right at home on it.