I just got back from finally hanging out with the mysterious neighbors, Ryan and Gibson. I went out with the Muffins tonight for Erin's birthday, and had just come home, tired and slightly tipsy, when Gibson came and knocked on my door. They had a couple friends over, so we all hung out and talked and listening to music for a few hours before I had to trot off to bed. Topics of conversation included what a jerk Charles Bukowski is, the timeless nature of Tom Petty's music, and how awesome Mates of State are. They played me some of the music I've been hearing them record over there, and it's actually pretty good. They covered the
song from the freaking Goofy Movie, for crissakes. My kinda people.
Ryan had this old, awesome mandolin that someone had given him that was way out of tune. I asked if I could borrow it and tune it up, and he said sure. I am very excited now that I have a pretty, fancy mandolin to play with for awhile, since I've only ever played on my (beloved, but admittedly cheap and pretty basic) mando. Plus, they gave me an open invite to come jam with them, so hopefully we'll do some collaborating in the future.
This was after my office closed early so we could all go bowling and eat yummy food, all compliments of HSN, and the announcement that the office will be closed tomorrow. All in all, a damn good day.
Edit: Their friend Robbie
just knocked on my door, drunk and stoned, and said, "What would you do if I said I wanted to eat your pussy?" I was too tired and, y'know, surprised to come up with anything terribly witty, so I said, "I'd probably slam the door in your face. That's a very rude thing to say to a lady." He shook my hand, said it was a dare, and toddled drunkenly back to their apartment.
Uh huh.