...is more than meets the eye. My apartment building is situated across an eccentric private university of the arts, so naturally a handful of my neighbors will be colorful minds and cheerful eyes. Having recently moved into the Tarrymore, we have discovered a few things. To begin, rust in the sink is not that bad, one cockroach sighting does not mean an infestation, window cracks can add character, and living above a band will mean nights of floorboard concerts. It's not that the glass is half full, but really, it's got great charm, the Tarrymore, that is. Although, according to my folks who came to visit last month, it's "rundown" -_- spoiled californians and their perfect cookie cutter houses. I find living here to be a breath of fresh air! So much so that I will begin to write a few short stories on what happens at The Tarrymore. This is only a brief introduction to the building, which overall is set in a place known as "the village" by all the locals.
Let me introduce a few of my neighbors:
The gentlemen of Apt #35- our first encounters. It started with a mouse we had found scurrying about in our living room, one of us had a broom in hand, I was the lookout standing on the sofa arm, and our other roommate was standing by the open door as we had all hoped the mouse would see that it was clearly not welcome and exit through the appropriate fashion. As this was going on a few shirtless boys came running down the stairs and saw the scene of three girls looking pretty crazy. They seemed to be in a rush, said hello, and the next week we found a note posted to our door inviting us to dine with them over a choice of eggplant parmesan, indian curry, or harvest antipasta. We chose curry, and it was delicious. They were delightful. They gave us a warm welcome and some bonus insights to who the rest of our fellow tenants were.
Crazy Sandy- is an old lady who lives on the first floor. She has two dogs and one very silent daughter. She appears to have gone through multiple surgeries, perhaps a beauty queen a few decades ago, she had once shown up to another tenants door wearing nothing but tattered lingerie and a camera asking to have her photo taken. She also talks toward you, but not to you directly, and does so with long drawn out stares. She has a silver gray bob.
Dungeons and Dragons- are the boys right next door to us. One has a long pony tail and gold-rimmed glasses, a kind fella, but also not very sociable. You can usually hear them watching a sci-fi movie or some sort of alien documentary, or at least that's what it sounds like through the door.
Sad man- is the musician across the hall, who has a rickety sultry voice and plays the guitar while he sings and weeps about a girl who broke his heart. I can tell he's weeping because he loses pitch once in a while (yes I've actually stood outside his door for a few minutes to hear him out of curiosity), chokes up, and then resumes in perfect key. I've never actually seen Sad man, but I figure he's probably in his late 20s to mid 30s and drinks a lot of beer.
We have about 5 or so more neighbors, but I have not met or heard anything of them yet.
Let the Tarrymore stories ensue...
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