Sunday, October 21, 2012

Does my new neighbor know he’s living next door to a tough guy? I don’t think so

 

I miss my neighbor Rich.  He lived in the apartment adjoining mine.  (We shared the same livingroom wall.)  He lived here for 12 years, and moved out 3 weeks ago.

Rich was a small & quiet man who didn’t make a lot of noise.  If he did, I never heard anything—well, aside from the night the Steelers lost to Greene Bay during the 2011 Superbowl, and I heard a muffled  ‘Nooooooo!’ coming from the wall behind me. 

(It was either Rich or the ghost of a real Steelers fan watching that game with me, I’m guessing the former.)  Our apartments are separated by a concrete firewall that’s virtually soundproof.

At least I thought that was the case, until last Sunday when the gayest man I’ve ever met moved into Rich’s old apartment.  I heard hammers pounding and cries of anguish for 3 days straight.  (It looks like he moved half of IKEA in there, too.)   He christened his new pad by plopping down a big flowery welcome mat outside his front door & then called up his friend Tommy while in the hallway.  “All moved in Tommy, THANKS FOR NOTHING!” and then went inside & slammed his door.  Dammit he’s a drama queen.  Gays I can handle, even relate to; but queens are another story.

I’m not sure why, but I always feel the need to balance out the testosterone levels (lack or excess of) in my general vicinity.  Why is that?  If I’m at the barbershop & a couple guys are jawing about beer, ballgames & boobs I go into some sort of ‘mild gay’ mode and make a face, then curtly ask Angie to trim my eyebrows too, they’re positively RAGGED.  On the other hand, when my gay coworker tells me about the hot Latino man he met on his recent trip to Miami, my voice drops an octave & I suddenly get the urge to run outside and chop some wood or hunt wild game or something.  

So last night around 8:00, I’m sitting here on the couch and eating a lemon cupcake, and reading “Confessions of a Prairie Bitch” (Nellie Olsen’s autobiography, omigod it’s so funny) when I suddenly hear a shrill scream through my livingroom wall.  My firewall?  My soundproof firewall?!  I jump up and open my front door & stick my head in the hallway, and now I can hear loud shouts coming from my new neighbor’s apartment. 

He’s screaming “Whore, whore!  Go on, get out!  Date whoever you want I don’t care!” and his visitor is saying “Just have one drink with me, c’mon” and then I hear “HIS CHAMPAGNE?!” and a glass shattering.  Omigod, really?  His visitor says “I’m going to walk right out that door, is that what you want?”  Dude, I wish you’d ask me what I want!

I stepped back into my apartment, quietly shut my front door, and returned to my reading.  Then I heard a THUMP and a muffled “Get off me!  Get!  Off!  Me!”  I closed that sissy-ass book, flipped on the tv, saw “Star Trek” was on MeTV.  Thank God, Klingons!  I jacked up the volume, then stomped into the kitchen and heated up some sloppy joe sauce I made earlier in the day.  That’ll show ‘em!

I have a feeling that welcome mat is going to meet up with unfortunate circumstances if he’s not careful… I’m just sayin’.  Shifty

7 comments:

  1. Wow, who thought we'd ever see the infamous Eddie Munster photo!

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  2. LOL!! Andrew, he's all grown up :)

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  3. A happy belated birthday to you Doug! It's awesome that your b-day's on Halloween. I hope you had a fun day and indulged in some yummy candy! Hugs to you :)

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  4. Thanks Chelly, hope you had a Happy Halloween too! :)

    (Hmm, this is not helping my new tough guy persona...) ;)

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  5. All the tough guys love Halloween (just ask Dracula and his buddies)! :)

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  6. I can see I'm gonna have to check in more often...this is gonna be good!(grabs popcorn)

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  7. Haha! Thanks Chip, and you're right--this ain't over yet :)

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