It's not every day you have to convince the very Drunk Girl next door it's not a good idea to climb a wobbly old lounge* onto her balcony. Especially when said lounge is almost falling apart, not stable, not tall enough, appallingly ugly, and leaning on a steel picket fence with enough spikes to do even the cutest girl serious damage.
Myself and what I assumed was her Friend tried to convince Drunk Girl to go home with the friend. Drunk Girl was very resistant to the idea. Anyways, turns out the Friend was wandering home herself and had never met Drunk Girl.
Anyways, after Drunk Girl nearly squashed herself with the lounge a few more times, I brought my ladder out and Drunk Girl wobbled up the ladder and proceeded to bash on the window and shout and scream a lot.
Simultaneously the Boyfriend stuck his head out the balcony window and the Flat Mate opened the door downstairs.
Ah, inner city living. Who says you never meet your neighbours?
* Something surbanites don't appreciate is how many inner city dwellings are furnished with hand-me-downs from the neighbours -- I've never seen any piece of furniture last longer than a day without being claimed. I've been here long enough to see the same pieces of furniture dumped on the street two or three times.
Monday, October 23
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