In which I use Chandra Levy as a verb!
I believe someone has broken into my neighbors apartment, Chandra Levy'd my neighbor, and is celebrating the crime by having a raucous party.
This is what I know:
- My neighbor has great taste in music. I often hear Belle and Sebastian. I often hear Son Volt. Tonight I hear Foreigner. Specifically, Juke Box Hero. Also, Cold as Ice and Hot Blooded. Currently, Waiting for a Girl Like You. Very strange.
- My neighbor is normally quiet. His friends are of the dark and artsy persuasion, typically wearing clompy shoes and clothing with no labels. Tonight, as I peered through my window (not unlike Gladys Kravitz) I saw Ocean Pacific tank tops. I also saw a Rush 2112 and an Eminem t-shirt. Strange, indeed.
- My neighbor has a very pretty (and quiet) non-smoking girlfriend. She normally keeps her shirt tucked into her pants, and her brunette bobbed hair tucked behind her ears. Tonight, Shakira is running up and down the stairs yelling something about needing to score cash for smokes. I believe she's cold as ice and willing to sacrifice...
If she tries to score cash for smokes in my apartment, I have decided to pay her $3.00 to fix the electrical outlet in the bathroom
Jeff, of course, is sleeping through the madness. He spent his afternoon at a Stock the Bar Bachelor Party, which is simply another excuse for a soon-to-be-married man and his friends to glug whiskey and stuff their guts with stupid amounts of meat. Jeff assured me there were no whores at the party. What I don't understand is why he came home smelling like lemons.
