Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Washing the Sidewalk

As I mentioned in the previous post, our townhouse is way too nice for us. And to be honest, I'm surprised they even rented to us. One incident in particular is indicative of the direction we're heading.

After only three weeks, we received our first of many eviction threats. A neighbor across the street happened to witness one of us urinating from the second-floor balcony into the street after a long night of binge drinking. Adding to the spectacle, the urinator was apparently trying to write his name on the sidewalk while humming/singing Elton John's "Tiny Dancer." (We learned all this after the fact, as none of us had any recollection of the event occurring in the first place).

As you can imagine, the neighbor, not being a partier, was unimpressed and called the landlord to voice their displeasure and general disgust with our antics. What a great conversation that must have been: "Jesus tap dancing Christ, who do they think they are, pissing off the building like that?! This is a neighborhood!" I'm sure the landlord was mortified. (Umm, sorry for partying).

After that particular fire storm settled, we were let off with a stern warning about how "this isn't a frat house, boys." I'm sure we'll disprove that statement in due time.

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