Friday, May 12, 2006
love is in the air
1. Her silver minivan is parked behind Harley Tattoo Neighbor Man's truck every other day or so.
2. We hear her.
3. We hear him with her.
Some of you may recall that we live in a two-family home, which basically means that our apartment is merely the first floor of a two-story home. A two-story home with walls apparently constructed of sound-spreading materials.
I sleep directly under Harley Tattoo Neighbor Man's living room, where he has just installed a home theater speaker system. Harley likes the following for home viewing entertainment:
Braveheart (recognized the "FREEEEEEDOOOOOOOMMM!!")
The Last of the Mohicans (recognized the "I WILL find you!")
Harley Tattoo Neighbor Man's lady friend likes to talk loudly over action sequences and cackle through her nose and cry for her Maker when things get gruesome or scary.
Peggy, my poor poor roommate, sleeps directly under Harley Tattoo Neighbor Man's bedroom. And I will just stop right there. Poor Peggy. Poor poor Peggy. Peggy occasionally will run out of her room muttering "ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew-ew" as she makes a furious bee-line for the bathroom to vomit.
And that's how we know when Harley Tattoo Neighbor Man's lady friend is paying Harley Tattoo Neighbor Man a visit.
BTW: we're moving.
And I have had that song stuck in my head all day now, and the closing scene from Strictly Ballroom.
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