Yesterday morning around 7am Marlowe really starting going for it with the meowing. It was incessant. By 8 I decided to get up and give her some food to try and shut her up. For some reason I grabbed my glasses but nothing else = buck-naked. I walked out, went down the hall to the kitchen, filled both bowls with fresh food, kicked Marlowe in the bum and told her to be quiet (not a hard kick mind you...more like a nudge) and then walked back down the hall to go back to bed. For those of you that know the layout of our apartment you’ll know that the hallway opens up to the living room and then just to the right is a closet kitty-corner with our bedroom door. I’m about to reach for the doorknob when my eyes fall to our bright red couch. At first I think my eyes are playing tricks on me but a fraction of a second later I realize that someone is sleeping on the couch. Considering it was my first night home I don’t think I have to tell you where G was sleeping. I asked myself if it could be Ethan, a friend of ours who stayed at our apartment when G went out to BC for the last two weeks of my trip. Nope... too skinny & blonde hair. All the while I’m standing there wearing nothing but my glasses. I’m getting a little freaked out at this point so I decide it’s time to involve G. I walk into the bedroom and this follows:
Me: G! There’s someone sleeping on our couch.
G: (with incredulous WTF look on his face)What?!
Me: There is someone sleeping on our couch!
G gets up, puts on a robe (why didn’t I think of that) and goes out of the bedroom. Now I put on a robe and grab the phone and listen at the door ready to call 911 incase the situation gets nasty. I hear this:
G: Who are you?
Stranger: huh?
G: Who are you?
Stranger: mumbles something I can’t understand
G: Did you have a rough night on College Street?
Stranger: Aren’t I at bladdy bladdy on bloobidy Street?
G: No. You’re at (our address).
Stranger: Oh
G: So basically you’ve broken into a stranger’s house and crashed on their couch.
More talking follows that I can’t hear but G told me that he looked down at a pair of high heels that I had brought home from my trip and the guy says, “Those aren’t mine” while he’s putting on his pants. Oh ya! Did I mention he was sleeping in boxers and a t-shirt? No? Well ya. Boxers and a t-shirt! So then the guy gets up and starts to walk towards the kitchen. G thinks that he might be trying to make a run for it so he cautiously follows behind. They get to the back and he asks, “Where are my sandals?” to which G replies, “I don’t know dude. Where are your sandals?” (or something to that affect.) Stranger guy suddenly figures out where he is with an, “Oh ya!” and turns to go into the downstairs apartment. G looks down there to find the door wide open. Buddy walks into René’s apartment and goes into the bathroom. G, not wanting to pawn our problem onto René calls out, “René! Do you know this guy in your apartment?” After another couple tries (she’s not quite awake a this point) she answers him with a laugh and a “Ya”. G pulls the door closed and comes back to the bedroom where we stand there and stare at each other with looks of WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED??!!! on our faces.
Me: G! There’s someone sleeping on our couch.
G: (with incredulous WTF look on his face)What?!
Me: There is someone sleeping on our couch!
G gets up, puts on a robe (why didn’t I think of that) and goes out of the bedroom. Now I put on a robe and grab the phone and listen at the door ready to call 911 incase the situation gets nasty. I hear this:
G: Who are you?
Stranger: huh?
G: Who are you?
Stranger: mumbles something I can’t understand
G: Did you have a rough night on College Street?
Stranger: Aren’t I at bladdy bladdy on bloobidy Street?
G: No. You’re at (our address).
Stranger: Oh
G: So basically you’ve broken into a stranger’s house and crashed on their couch.
More talking follows that I can’t hear but G told me that he looked down at a pair of high heels that I had brought home from my trip and the guy says, “Those aren’t mine” while he’s putting on his pants. Oh ya! Did I mention he was sleeping in boxers and a t-shirt? No? Well ya. Boxers and a t-shirt! So then the guy gets up and starts to walk towards the kitchen. G thinks that he might be trying to make a run for it so he cautiously follows behind. They get to the back and he asks, “Where are my sandals?” to which G replies, “I don’t know dude. Where are your sandals?” (or something to that affect.) Stranger guy suddenly figures out where he is with an, “Oh ya!” and turns to go into the downstairs apartment. G looks down there to find the door wide open. Buddy walks into René’s apartment and goes into the bathroom. G, not wanting to pawn our problem onto René calls out, “René! Do you know this guy in your apartment?” After another couple tries (she’s not quite awake a this point) she answers him with a laugh and a “Ya”. G pulls the door closed and comes back to the bedroom where we stand there and stare at each other with looks of WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED??!!! on our faces.
Turns out the guy is a new boyfriend of René and he has a history of sleepwalking. Oh Joy! I can’t wait to see where he turns up next!
2 comments:
this is the craziest story! as you know, jay is a bit of a sleepwalker, but not to this extent! does he even remember this happening????
weird!
Rabsy - He didn't really remember much. The guys didn't even know where he was until he saw the stairs leading to the other apartment. WEIRD!
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