Petty Theft
Hi ladies! Sorry I haven't been writing much.. I'll be better. At work right now, the night is going by quickly due in part to two things: 1) I am precepting a new nurse, so everything takes longer by me having to explain each step, thus filling more time, leaving fewer hours for me watch as the clock creeps along to 7am. 2) last week someone (a night shifter no doubt) dowloaded iTunes and a great library of music to one of our computers. I've been subtly jamming out to The Beatles since 130am. Death Cab for Cutie is next, then David Gray. I think I just might make it till 7am.
So this weekend, after a year of bliss, our happy household bubble burst. (Well the 8 month roof leak kinda sucked too.) On Friday Ayesha's bike was stollen from our backyard(s) (Ayesha is a friend of Dev and I, who moved in next door and shares a backyard and about everything else with us) It appears MJ left the sallyport gate unlocked and open. Someone passing by noticed her bike, the open gate and took advantage of the situation. All while my two roommates are sitting on the other side of the wall watching marathons of Project Runway and The Hills, and my kitties are sitting in the wondow watching it all. I need dogs. Having ridden my bike to work that day, it was safely locked up in East Baltimore, under the watchful eyes of security guards.
Saturday night my luck came to an end as the suspected crimal struck again. This time cuting the padlock on the gate and riding off on my bike (Now I really want to know who is riding these bikes arround, both made for females under 5'5'', mine isn't even a full size adult bike!) Now Ay is freaked out and needs to find a boyfriend to move in with, because living on her own just isn't safe anymore.... and I'm stuck without my medium length means of transportation (to work, the gym, the grocery store, MJ's house)
on Saturday night (possibly while the bike heist was taking place) we were all at a party being thrown by our landlord. A guy possibly going through a mid life crisis and subsequent divorce by buying and building designer homes in Baltimore riding motorsysles and hanging out with girls in their twenties (not me or Ay - don't wory). He recently finished his most recent project and had a huge party to celebrate. Anytime you get invited to a $1 million house party with 200 other people - Go. The party was ok, most of the guests were older than us, and we didn't know anyone, the food was good, but not great, nothing you haven't had at every other party you've been to in the last year. But the house, georgous. Apparently our house was just a tester, a roughdraft. It has the same layout, same floating staircase with a window up the back, more granite, one more bedroom, two more bathrooms, a finished basement and a huge kitchen. The most interesting aspect of the house was it's lack of doors, besides the bathrooms, all the rooms are open. The bedrooms all have a bathroom in front (like mine) creating a little hallway before the actual bedroom. It wouldn't work with roommates but a cool idea.
Liz - sorry I've been missing your calls...
So this weekend, after a year of bliss, our happy household bubble burst. (Well the 8 month roof leak kinda sucked too.) On Friday Ayesha's bike was stollen from our backyard(s) (Ayesha is a friend of Dev and I, who moved in next door and shares a backyard and about everything else with us) It appears MJ left the sallyport gate unlocked and open. Someone passing by noticed her bike, the open gate and took advantage of the situation. All while my two roommates are sitting on the other side of the wall watching marathons of Project Runway and The Hills, and my kitties are sitting in the wondow watching it all. I need dogs. Having ridden my bike to work that day, it was safely locked up in East Baltimore, under the watchful eyes of security guards.
Saturday night my luck came to an end as the suspected crimal struck again. This time cuting the padlock on the gate and riding off on my bike (Now I really want to know who is riding these bikes arround, both made for females under 5'5'', mine isn't even a full size adult bike!) Now Ay is freaked out and needs to find a boyfriend to move in with, because living on her own just isn't safe anymore.... and I'm stuck without my medium length means of transportation (to work, the gym, the grocery store, MJ's house)
on Saturday night (possibly while the bike heist was taking place) we were all at a party being thrown by our landlord. A guy possibly going through a mid life crisis and subsequent divorce by buying and building designer homes in Baltimore riding motorsysles and hanging out with girls in their twenties (not me or Ay - don't wory). He recently finished his most recent project and had a huge party to celebrate. Anytime you get invited to a $1 million house party with 200 other people - Go. The party was ok, most of the guests were older than us, and we didn't know anyone, the food was good, but not great, nothing you haven't had at every other party you've been to in the last year. But the house, georgous. Apparently our house was just a tester, a roughdraft. It has the same layout, same floating staircase with a window up the back, more granite, one more bedroom, two more bathrooms, a finished basement and a huge kitchen. The most interesting aspect of the house was it's lack of doors, besides the bathrooms, all the rooms are open. The bedrooms all have a bathroom in front (like mine) creating a little hallway before the actual bedroom. It wouldn't work with roommates but a cool idea.
Liz - sorry I've been missing your calls...
posted by kiki @ 12:13 AM
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