My friend Troy and his boyfriend bought their first house last night. Troy's default position is something in the grumpy-27-year-old-curmudgeon category, so the ear-to-ear grin that he wore for several hours was really something to see.
The house. is. awesome. It's in a funky, liberal, historic neighborhood close to downtown. His backyard has a stream, pond, AND waterfall, and the upstairs bathroom has...wait for it...a bidet. God only knows what he and his boyfriend will use that for.
My favorite thing might be that the house has a library. Not just a room with lots of books. But a library with aisles of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. His offer on the house has only been accepted for about 20 hours, and I've already worn out all the jokes I can think of involving Mrs. Peacock and a candlestick. I need to work on something new. If only the house had a conservatory. And some rope.
I saw the inside of the house for the first time today. The good news: It looks like your rich grandma's mansion. The bad news: It looks like your rich, crazy grandma's mansion. You know...your grandma who has 13 cats, a banjo, and who drops acid before she picks out her wallpaper. (Troy...don't get upset. I love it love it love it. Let's just take care of those metallic/pheasant-loving/flowered walls sooner rather than later).
Anyway, gotta run. I have to meet Professor Plum. He apparently needs to borrow a wrench.
Oh, and congratulations, Troy & Eric. I think you (we) will be really happy together in your (our) new house.
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