Well shit. I gotta start writing things down I think. I get these ideas for things to write about, but it always seems to be when I'm farthest from a computer.
In other news, I had an interesting conversation with the gardener for my new house. See, Mark and I (and a couple others) signed a lease that started the first of June, and one of our housemates also signed on a subletter for the summer (who actually left - or was kicked out more like - in mid June). It turns out though, that before he left, our subletter was sharing the (then) empty house with six of his friends.
So when I met the gardener for the first time yesterday, he asked me about the 'previous' tenants. I told him that I didn't know much about them, to which he responded 'Oh. Well, it's only that I was working here a while ago, when this dude came out onto the porch in womens clothing.'
See, this subtenant was definately gay, a fact I knew already. What I didn't know, however, was that a few of his friends were also. They were also seen by the gardener in womens clothes.
This was just before they nearly burnt the house down with our dryer and promptly dissapeared . .