Momo and I head to my apartment where we take turns charging our phones through my computer because obviously Parker ate my cell phone charger.
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At the end of the night we go to Old Balls' apartment. OB just turned 30 and I was meeting him for the very first time. Lots of chit chat is had and I find out OB used to be a comedian and a battle of humor ensues. He learned that I can not ride a bicycle, ice skate and that I am afraid of fish. I learned from him that the majority of women would prefer a guy with a big dick to a guy who was good at math; but those same women would choose a guy who was funny over one with a big dick. Were you trying to imply something comedian OB? Ooohhh Snaap! +1 ME! The rest of the night goes smoothly and it's time to leave - what do I do? I realize I left my keys in OB's apartment. No, it wasn't an excuse to go back up there. Okay, fine it was. I mean, no, it wasn't.
I get to my front steps and I see my upstairs neighbor talking with 2 police officers and I'm like umm, what's going on here? (I was tempted to do it in the Terrance and Phillip voice from the song in Asses of Fire - SAL that was for you!!) My neighbor, who is gay and very flamboyant, was sooo happy to see me. He said in a very fast manner,
"Oh thank you! I was locked out. Soooo embarassing! I had to ask these nice policemen to help me inside. I just had a midnight McDonald's craving and neeeeeded to go out! So I sat locked out eating cheeseburgers and drinking beer while trying to convince the police officers that it would be okay for me to scale the apartment building because I'm a trapeze instructor"I told him I didn't realize trapeze instructors scale apartment buildings and that I thought that was a job for Spiderman, but what do I know?? We said goodbye and good night at my floor. He thanked me again and told me I was so cute especially when I asked what was going on.
Under normal circumstances this guy would be my new best friend and I would ask for trapeze lessons (something I'm going to assume I would not be very good at it). I mean he's gay, fabulous, lives in my building and he just complimented me. But let me tell you a little something about Upstairs Guy.
Every night between 11:45pm and 12:15am UG has sex. Crazy sex. It's so crazy that not only do I hear the noises but my bed actually shakes. Now, not only do I know it's gay sex (which I have absolutely no problem with, it just adds to the image) but I learned that one of the participants is a trapeze instructor who really thinks he's capable of scaling walls. I don't know whether to be scarred, amused or jealous. I do know, however, that I can't compete and that's a little depressing...-1 ME. TEAR.