One of my favorite things about living in a city is awesome neighbors. One time, while walking home from the L, I saw a guy dressed as a gorilla chasing a guy dressed as a banana down the sidewalk. Another time a guy rode his bike past me and did a somersault while riding, thanks to the roll bar that went over the top.
Those are just random characters that seem to hang out around the periphery of my neighborhood… but today I’m going to focus on the folks on my street.
First, there’s these guys:
These are the Yoga Jerks. Now, when I moved in, I was excited to live above a yoga studio… if you’re going to live above a business, it might as well be one into meditation and quiet, right? Well, last year they changed hands and now they are a Yoga and Movement Studio. To them, yoga includes gonging so loud that my entire apt vibrates. It’s really distracting, whether I’m trying to make a phone call, work on the computer, or heck, even just trying to watch Battlestar Galactica in peace and quiet. To add to my fun, they also do something called Zumba on Saturday mornings. It involves really loud dance music, a heavy bass track, stomping, and yelling. Which is not a fun way to wake up… especially if you, say, perhaps imbibed a bit too much the night before and your head is pounding in the same rhythm as their feet. I keep meaning to write them a polite note asking them to keep it down… but I keep forgetting. Sometimes, on Saturdays, I find an online polka radio station, put my speakers on the floor, and turn the bass up… just for kicks. I feel like it’s the mature way to handle things
Some new, seemingly much more awesome neighbors have moved across the street. They are a bakery and the other day, I came home to my whole street smelling like this:
If this is how my summer is going to go…. I might be in trouble. And to make things more awesome, I got a notice in the mail the other day that this particular business has applied for a liquor license. What kind of bakery needs a liquor license, you ask? The best kind, I say.
Finally (for tonight), there’s the cowboy. Now, this guy isn’t a real cowboy (I’m pretty sure… he doesn’t seem nearly muscle-y enough). But he lives on my street (I’m almost positive) and no matter what the weather, he’s always wearing the same thing: Black cowboy boots, black jeans, black button-down shirt, black canvas jacket, black cowboy hat, and GIANT silver belt buckle. He looks kind of like this:
Okay, not exactly. He doesn’t wear spurs. And I think his hat is bigger. I was so excited to find myself on the bus with him during my evening commute (and sadly, without my camera phone), and shocked to find out that he’s actually pretty cute (he’s considerably taller than me, and did I mention wears a big hat? It’s been hard to get a good look all subtle-like). He also appeared quite charming as he talked to his seat-mate. I wonder, are they really the same clothes, or does he have a closet full of black jeans and black button-down shirts? Also, do you think he would want to be my friend? Maybe I’ll run into him at the bakery/bar and ask him…