It’s all over
Aug. 1st, 2002 11:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzThank goodness for the police.
Let me explain that. I went skating tonight. It was the perfect weather. First I skated to the # 2 to see if Patrick was there. He wasn’t and I skated happily along. After a round (bovenbuurtweg, horalaan, station, pub for a drink) I went back to #2 again. I rang, and saw there was police standing around.
The mail from the box was gone (it was there at 16.30), and I could see light flashing inside. So I rang three times. The police came towards me, looking for number 22. I told the cop in short what had been going on and that I could see light. He pushed away the blinds through the open window and shone his flashlight inside.
[this starts to sound like a real corny movie]
Anyhoo, Patrick finally opened the door in his boxers, the cop left and I went inside. He had this enourmous bullshitstory about not being able to call cellphones (which he demonstrated) and his parents being upset and all. I mean, how old is he? I was real persistant and he gave me three keys. The one of the hallway to the garage, the garage key and the frontdoor key. He said that he would move out entirely this weekend. So Monday is paintday!
I’m so glad that finally shit came together and that we got the keys!
All those things that seemed so far away are now getting closer: the painting, moving out of this place, having the beerfest! (Having to call Guitargod for the beerfest…eep!) Finally meeting Ozjish and trying to get the rent together every month.
Tomorrow another practice-round with Mirror, and then work. Saturday I’ll visit my mom’s cats and make my cloak. Monday start buying and painting. Yeay!
Let me explain that. I went skating tonight. It was the perfect weather. First I skated to the # 2 to see if Patrick was there. He wasn’t and I skated happily along. After a round (bovenbuurtweg, horalaan, station, pub for a drink) I went back to #2 again. I rang, and saw there was police standing around.
The mail from the box was gone (it was there at 16.30), and I could see light flashing inside. So I rang three times. The police came towards me, looking for number 22. I told the cop in short what had been going on and that I could see light. He pushed away the blinds through the open window and shone his flashlight inside.
[this starts to sound like a real corny movie]
Anyhoo, Patrick finally opened the door in his boxers, the cop left and I went inside. He had this enourmous bullshitstory about not being able to call cellphones (which he demonstrated) and his parents being upset and all. I mean, how old is he? I was real persistant and he gave me three keys. The one of the hallway to the garage, the garage key and the frontdoor key. He said that he would move out entirely this weekend. So Monday is paintday!
I’m so glad that finally shit came together and that we got the keys!
All those things that seemed so far away are now getting closer: the painting, moving out of this place, having the beerfest! (Having to call Guitargod for the beerfest…eep!) Finally meeting Ozjish and trying to get the rent together every month.
Tomorrow another practice-round with Mirror, and then work. Saturday I’ll visit my mom’s cats and make my cloak. Monday start buying and painting. Yeay!
