Hockey House
So, I haven't written here in awhile......
As My first post in awhile, let me explain the house I have lived in the past 2 months.
This house was the French Hockey House, pretty self explanitory, French people that play hockey.
Now this turned out to be an interesting experience to say the least.
Firstly, it was a sty. to the extreme!!!! I mean, Flies everywhere, you wore your shoes all the time because you were not sure whether the floor has EVER been cleaned. They had a mop, the mop was dirtier than the floor. There was always a funky smell for various reasons (rotten potatoes being one of them).
Also a few of the roomates enjoyed the drink, maybe too much. Thursday nights were the night out for them to this dingy dance bar in the Market. The Cabin. Well without fail, thursday about 2 30 , drunk people (sometimes my roomates, sometimes not) would stumble home and cause some sort of scene.
One story of note is one morning at 4 am, a girl walks into my room scantily clad and asks for Mathieu..after much debate she realizes I am not Mathieu (by the way-no Mathieu lives in the house) and leaves. Craziness
Sometimes I would find random people sleeping on the couch. They might have been friends of roomates, or maybe not. Apparently there was a period of time where there was a homeless person that slept there regularly (the door is NEVER locked-i'm not sure there are keys for it)
It was also a revolving door of girls- especially for one of the roomates. A funny story was when 2 of his GF's showed up at the same time. UGLY!
More to come later perhaps-
posted by Denton83 @ 12:46 PM
1 Comments:
More stories, more stories!
In my new place I had a mouse as a bed mate for a few days (until I actually saw him and obtained some mouse/rat poison). I keep finding toxic mold that I have to take care of with lots of bleach. Then there's the open sewage pipe I found in my kitchen yesterady which would explain the constant sewage smell, even 2 hours after I close the kitchen door to the outside. Or the toilet that doesn't have water in the bottom (at least it's not squat style), and the trough/4-faucet-sink.
I think you've got me beat on the random people that walk into the house though. At least I've got a few Chinese ladies at the dorm entrance looking out for strangers!
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