On that note, our house is falling apart. For those of you who are not familiar with rent out here in the Bay, it’s out of control. Our house was built in 1964, has all the original cupboards, toilets, closets/doors etc. Lucky us, he upgraded us to vinyl flooring and put in new carpet. The cupboards smell like my grandparents and we pay $ 1,895 a month between the two of us. On Friday night, I was doing dishes and our sink filled up with water on both sides. I called my parents and followed their advice: I went to Wal-Mart, bought a sink plunge, put a stopper on one side and plunged away. This did not accomplish a single thing. Our landlord is not reachable until Monday, and we have to wait until they can send the proper plumber. The dishwasher started leaking, so we are running low on forks and have no way of washing dishes. So- I've been rinsing and washing dishes in the back yard with the hose. Real classy, I know.
Other than our maintenance issues, this weekend was pretty great. I was sick Friday so I hung low while Chelsea and Mikey went out. On Saturday they made their way back home, waking me up at 7:30 am. Naturally we all decided to go to In-N-Out and Taco bell for breakfast. I joined the "hang over train" even though I was definitely not. We laid low until we left for the city. The night started out pretty slow, all of us were tired and my feet were killing me, but of course it turned around. The last bar of the night was called KT's, and it was so much fun. I made friends with a very flamboyantly gay fellow who was wearing the rainbow costume posted below.
I went over to him innocently just wanting to dance. Within a matter of minutes, he picked me up on the dance floor, flung me over his shoulder and was bouncing me like a sack of potatoes. He then flung be back down and dipped me, picked me back up and held me princess style in his arms while dancing. If this had been any other guy, I would have been punching some faces, but who could hate a happy rainbow picking them up and swinging them around? He was clearly interested in Mikey, and we swapped numbers. I hope I get to see him out again. The best part was this morning Chelsea and I were talking about “the gay guy last night” and Michael chimed in “wait, who was gay?” I looked at Mike baffled and said, “what do you mean? The guy in the rainbow costume?” Mike was confident that rainbow boy was not gay, and it took WAY too much convincing on mine and Chelsea’s part for him to understand. We have to work on his street skills.
Last week was also a great week at work. I had a candidate on-site interviewing and as I was about to walk him out, he stopped to get something out of his backpack. It was a cake! He brought a pound cake-complete with frosting- all the way from Miami Florida to give to me as a thank you gift. I have to say, I was a little uneasy seeing a cake come out of a backpack, but after I had a piece I was completely appreciative. Chelsea and I also left our house for work on Friday morning and were greeting by a lovely bum who was going through the trash and recycle bins. This explains all the random shopping carts outside our house. Abandoned homes I suppose…
Well, it’s past my bedtime.
Till next time-
