Stooperbowl Sunday

Stoop sale totals are in:
ECS: $90
Colleen: $60
Reilly: $30
Hannah: $10
After food and beer.

Not too great if you are counting by the hour, but fun to sneak in a little stooping.

The landlord did stop by and hang out for an awkward twenty minutes, taking me aside briefly to ask me if I have been putting "inappropriate" things down the toilet. I said no, but what would be inappropriate, since I do sometimes put dental floss in there, but he said that was fine. I assured him that my BMs were pretty consistent throughout the year, and that I couldn't vouch for the roomie, but I hadn't heard anything different from her. Curious? Wipes, apparently, are the big danger to the plumbing system.

We then moved on to how we set off the alarm system all the time. I explained politely that we have never once used the alarm system (that they got to protect us against their now deceased, but then violent and alcoholic friend, who tried to break into the house) because they never gave us the code.
Their response was simply to assume that if it wasn't me, it must be one of my friends playing a joke. Don't know about you, but all my friends thing the funniest thing is setting off people's alarms.
Hahaha...remember that time I set off your alarm?

Enough with the ranting. I know.

But then I saw this???

So back to the sale. Very fun way to spend an afternoon. We had tons of stuff. And we sold a good amount.



Here's two very Brooklyn looking ladies.


I though all would be overlooked in the stoop sale, but there was no forgiveness for my sleeping bag skirt. I didn't even get a "I could maybe see in the winter" or "It could have looked good in the store" Nothing. Even my explanation of having gotten it myself at the Salvation Army didn't help. Even modelling it didn't help.
It didn't even get taken overnight in the free pile.


Colleen looking cute with the sleeping bag skirt over her right shoulder.


Hmm...then this happened.


Yep.


Nobody actually bought any of the vibrators (all unused), but after we decided everything was free, and were kind of too drunk to be paying any attention, a little old lady asked me if I had a black plastic bag. After she left, I noticed that the box was empty. Damn lady, that's like eight vibrators.

And we had a celebrity soop by: Emily Mortimer shopped our sale. But she didn't buy anything becasue our stuff's not fancy enough for her. Nice and bitter.

Come stoop with us: Situation Critical

The sad news is this will be our last opportunity to hang out on this stoop. My landlord has decided to renovate the building, and then sell it, so he gave us the choice to raise our rent 50% or move out.
His fabulous renovations included painting the stoop, so of course his "slovenly" (oh that's me by the way) tenant was asked not to hang out on the stoop after that. So we are not hanging out on the stoop, we are having a stoop sale.
The last few weeks have been ugly ones, and after I get my deposit back, I will fill you in more, but for now, check out the landlord's fabulous band website...the band I have been "completely unsupportive of" and indeed "completely unsupportive of his entire lifestyle". Thus his failure is directly my fault. We are a "forced family" after all.

Band

Come by and hang out.

Sunday Sunday Sundayyyyy!

scar(r)ed from the stoop

If some of you have been wondering why there hasn't been much stoop action lately, its not just the rain. Let me share a little something...



This guy, Mark, has been hanging out downstairs on the stoop.

And I got a little talking to from the landlord who lives downstairs about how I am so "slovenly" for leaving a cigarette butt on the stoop.

On Saturday, as I am leaving to go camping with Colleen, I discovered my landlord and Mark are painting the stoop without warning so I had to jump over a couple of steps carrying all my stuff. Instead of helping me, Mark commented that I could hop on his back, (the hairy sweaty back oozing out from that same green tank top) unless I was too worried about what people think. I quickly told him the best help he could be was to shut the door behind me, hopped into the camper and saved my puking till I was around the block.