I finally moved into my apartment Friday night and immediately became friends with my neighbors. My neighbors are 2 50 year old twin sisters who are not attractive and don't fit any of the porno stereotypes that I've heard about. The twins and I became such good friends that I had to call and bail on my long time friend, PD, and explain that I had chosen my neighbors over him.
I will say the Twins couldn't have been any nicer, but I'm quite confident that no one in the entire world has spoken to them in 10 years. The Twins told me everything about their life, cried in front of me while speaking of their now deceased mother, offered to give me a Chicago Bulls three-peat t-shirt circa 1993, and they have promised to begin leaving baked goods on my door. After a few drinks, the Twins declared that I am "a gift from God." The Twins' 22 year old nephew and his "fat but cool" friend joined the party also and it became one of those nights that is so absurdly weird you wake up the next morning and just keep asking yourself "what the hell happened last night?" A lot after this point becomes fuzzy in my mind except I know the nephew and I put on an impromptu concert and I woke up fully clothed on my couch -- the roommate I met 5 hours earlier was impressed. More on him later.
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