My Housemates and I ventured into Leslieville to see our new place last night – the first of two negotiated viewings prior to our move date. The old owners have moved out, yahoo!! So we have a much better idea of what condition the place is in, and it was much easier to measure and sort out if my over stuffed and textured (read: Prince William’s claw marks) couches would actually fit in the living room. Surprisingly, the place was pretty clean, except for the icky grease mark on my Bedroom wall. I’m just going to go ahead and assume the previous owners had greasy hair – gross. Our friend, we’ll call him Officer, came to take a tour as well and show us the ropes around the neighbourhood afterwards.
We spent the hour racing up and down the stairs, giddly talking about everything and periodically managing to measure a few things. I, clearly, spent a disproportionate amount of time in my oversized walk-in Closet. Swoon. Despite my best attempt at making a list of things to do while we were there, I managed to totally neglect to measure a pile of things and was appropriately berated by my Mother for doing so. It’s really hard to focus with you’re that excited, ok!?
While we were all gathered in Korean’s room, admiring his Juliet Balcony, we noticed a gathering of neighbours and their four legged friends down on our street below. We bolted down the stairs to introduce ourselves – Who am I kidding? We wanted to meet the dogs. Once outside we were greeted by four of our soon to be neighbours, and six of their canine companions.
To describe the group as colourful would be the understatement of the century. The flock included a Hipped out Lady Lover (really? You named your dogs Sun and Moon?), a Pre (or Post?)-Op Transexual in desperate need of some fashion advice, and two peculiar gentlemen, one of whom may have battled with an injection drug habit. Wacky social misfits though they may be, they were nothing if not welcoming and friendly – even suggesting a block Tea party, though I think we missed some sort of inside joke about cake. Officer coined it best, after we had left the group, by describing them as the Misfit Toys from Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. A description of a group of neighbours has never before been more accurate.
Apparently, we have been the talk of the town, and they were eagerly awaiting meeting us. Actually, I’m pretty sure they saw us go into the house and arranged the street gathering as an opportune time to introduce themselves. They had already deduced that we weren’t the usual two person pair, but had misjudged the relationships between the three of us. However, they did correctly assume that I was single – what the hell?! Is it impossible for anyone to assume otherwise, even strangers? I blame Tigger. Anyway, they promised to update everyone.
We stuck around and chatted for a bit, joking about my new found House Husbands and eventually parted ways. It appears as though we have a busy and friendly street to look forward too, and lots of four legged friends to play fetch with. To be fair, our little Modern Family has its own place in a world of Misfit Toys, so I think we’ve truly found our home. If all else fails, we can just start using the back entrance 😉