Long time coming

For a while I just thought your landlord was coming down hard on you, but no. It was quiet... Too quiet. The fellas have moved on and a new crop of housemates inhabit the dilapidated Victorian. ( derelictorian?)

But these guys, oh they're bringing their A game.

After the Cop-Count

Score two last week. All of you out scouring the building. Buckets and soap, sweeping nothing. Is your landlord getting fed up?

1:09 AM

Stirring rendition of Jenny (867-5309). Was this you, or just a straggler from the bars? Three stars.

Certainty

"Nah, bro. We have four guys. Nothing could possibly go wrong."

"Pa-arty Like A Rock Starrrrr"

So! The girlfriend is an actress and a singer? You've got the festivities down for sure, but that kind of caterwauling won't land you a record deal, honey.

Po Po

I love when your Friday night party takes four cop cars to break up. One rolls up with lights and no sirens, soon joined by another. Your guests leave. Suddenly a third speeds around the corner of 12th and H and screeches to a stop. This cop gets out and begins examining the curbs with a flashlight for discarded substances and shining his beacon on some stragglers. Five minutes later you're all still here and a fourth responder cruises in like "sorry I'm late, guys, is there still wine in the box?"

Nom Nom Nom

My all-time favorite thing about you, frathouse, is when I eat breakfast on my balcony and you yell for me to take my top off like it's mardi gras in January! Patience, patience!