almost-sane's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Own Melrose Place I know you're all dying to hear about my vacation and I apologize that I haven't posted some great, grand detailed thing for your hungry eyes... But the more time that goes by, the more of a distant memory it becomes. In my own private journal, I've only just gotten up to Friday of the New York part of the trip- that's not even through my first week of a two week vacation... Texas was a party. In a hotel room with Lili and at a rockin' wedding. Hey, I learned a swingin' Mexican dance that I can pronounce but will not attempt to spell and look damn good doing! This weekend, I am spending time with friends-- Casey's boyfriend is in town from NY for work so I am gonna try to see him tonight and tomorrow, I expect the new boy (I know, I know- I haven't even mentioned him yet) will be crawling into bed with me after work around 10am. He has graveyards all these next two weeks. Saturday night, there's a birthday party for a girl in my building. I finally met the last neighbor i my building. Or, I should say, the last neighbor I am interested in meeeting. Have I ever told you about my building? I live in this small 6-unit building that was probably built in 1930 or something because it's constantly busting up (the pipes, the doors...) and it's got personality. The couple that lives above us is something. Abby is my age but her boyfriend, who owns one of the most popular nightclubs in LA, is just over 40. He's gorgeous and has a fabulous personality so you wouldn't even think his age, but it's still an odd pairing, I think. And I don't imagine it'll last forever. Which is ok- I love them both but they walk like elephants. And they got a ping pong table last month that makes us nuts. Across from them, another couple that has marriage potential oozing out of every window, every door, every crack in the floor... and I can't say a mean thing about them. Except that they are too open about the intimated details of their sex life. Did I need to know about what toys they use? Oh well. Val used to be a flight attendant but she gave it up and now she's trying to find something she can love and her man is a golf pro. He's insanely devoted to it. Then across from me is super-puppy and his master, Frank. Frank is a towering 6'7" or so. He's very sweet, very gay, and very confusing. He used to be an alcoholic... or he still is... or he isn't... We never know. And he's HIV positive but he shows no symptoms of anything. And he orks for a DVD porn distributor. What a life. Highlight of my tenure living here thus far: super-puppy pooped in K's room. FUCKING BRILLIANT. And then around the corner is Lori who lives most of the time in Sydney, Australia, giving tours to American tourists. We're not sure why she even keeps her place here considering she could 1) Live in AUSTRALIA and 2) makes a SHITLOAD of money... I just met here this past week and she'll be having us all over this weekend. She seems friendly and K. really likes her- he's known her since we moved in. There is a couple of guys living above her. Two hispanic guys with a lot of gold teeth. I've only seen one of them and only twice- late at night. Their apartment is always lit up by red lighting and it seldom goes dark. I've heard their door open and close, I've seen the beat up cars they drive. Val is convinced they've got a crack den going up there and more and more we all think she's onto something... It's a small, pleasant little building I live in and I love it, actually despite its flaws. It faces a courtyard and a fence which divides us from the totally uncool people in the even older building on the other side we share our parking lot with in the back. They don't talk to us, we don't talk to them -- with the exception of "Johnny Bathrobe." The Bathrobe Man is the guy who has now kept us from having anymore parties since he "invited" the cops to our last one and got us cited. He's a crabby asshole who yells at his girlfriend and her baby and threatened to beat Val's ass once (yes, she filed a report) and at night, mopes around in long shorts, athletic socks, a white t-shirt, and a terri-cloth bathrobe. It's an all-out alert when he's holding his cordless phone. I like that I know everyone and that I mostly like everyone and that everyone (seems to) like me. I like that I can leave my front door open (I have a screen door) and everyone says hi, that everyone comes and goes, that Frank or Val bring their dogs in to hang out so I have pseudo-pets, even if they may piss in K.'s room. Well, what he doesn't know! HA HA! 11:59 A.M. - 11.12.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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