yes, yes, it's all a rich tapestry

[brandywine28]

I think I may have accidentally moved into Melrose Place.

I dunno, all I know is I was taking out the trash at around six a.m. a few mornings ago when a woman wearing just a towel came out of apartment 3H (I'm 3F), zoomed across the hall and into 3G, and deadbolted the door behind her. She stopped when she saw me, just for a second, and the look in her eyes was way more "deer in the headlights" than "no big deal, just using the neighbor's shower 'cos mine's busted, fiddle dee dee!" -- or whatever.

And now I feel kinda bad, like she's sitting around, wringing her hands and worrying that I'm calling her a hoe behind her back, when, if anything, my stance on hoe-age is firmly pro! Except it's not like I can just knock on her door and tell her that, 'cos I don't even know which one of those apartments she actually lives in. If either. (And even if I did, just -- no.)

One thing I do know, though, for real and for true, is that my new street is about 45% pilots and flight attendants. I mean, it definitely took me a good two, two and a half weeks to notice this, such are my lazy observational skills, but it finally got to the point where even I couldn't ignore all the neckerchiefs and roll-y suitcases anymore. There's a lot of 'em, is what I'm saying. And I guess it makes sense; the express bus to LaGuardia stops right down the block, in front of the all night diner. Convenience, etc.

I got to talking with a couple of stewardesses in the laundry room yesterday, and...I think they may have mistaken me for one of them? I've decided to be flattered that I apparently look like someone who can stand and smile and act reasonable and friendly for twelve-to-sixteen hour stretches. Mostly because I know I really, really couldn't.

Let's see, what else? Hm. Oh! I just started Book Three in the Captive Prince series and I'm feeling increasingly certain that the flailing and the hand-flapping will soon be upon me. It's a-comin'. I can sense these things. I'll be sure to check back in and let you all know if my high-pitched noises ended up attracting any feral neighborhood dogs.

Comments

[solariana.livejournal.com]

Sounds like an interesting place!

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

Eh. I still wouldn't say I love-love it, but...sometimes I think it's kinda growing on me? Maybe?

[zebraljb.livejournal.com]

Remember how you came to visit me, and you were envious of the fact that we actually have SPACE?

Well, I'm jealous of the fact that you have all this drama happening around you. You always have the best stories!

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

Listen to me. Seriously. No amount of drama can compete with a kitchen the size of AN ENTIRE NYC STUDIO. Omg, if I had that much space, I'd...I don't even know! Become a freaky hoarder, probably, so maybe it's for the best that I don't.

BUT I STILL WANT IT.

[zebraljb.livejournal.com]

Many of my friends are jealous of the size of my kitchen, and they actually have space as well. I think it's because it's an old house; it was built in like 1920, or something. Lots of kitchen but no closet space. LOL

I'd like to hear more about your "stance on hoe-age," if you could. ;)

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

I'll print you out a pamphlet. :)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Captive Prince ftw!

That is an excellent story about your place. Though I'm more amused about you suddenly becoming a flight attendant, really.

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

I mean, I guess it wouldn't have been the worst career path for me? I have an excellent fake smile/head nod combo hidden away in my arsenal. It's all the standing that makes it a dealbreaker. And mandatory heels. NOPE.