Ok. When I say you’re never going to believe what my honey found this morning when he took the pup downstairs for a walk, I mean it – you’re NEVER going to believe it.
And you know what? I don’t even think I should talk about it. It’s too gross. It’s not something you talk about – even something I’d talk about – on a wedding blog.
So nope, I’m not going to ruin your morning with this news.
NUMBER 2. HE FOUND NUMBER 2. … And I’m not talking about some character in a Double 007 film.
And here’s another fun fact… it was *not* the puppy kind.
And it was IN THE STAIRWELL. Where you put your nice work shoes. Where you have to go, in order to get out of your building. We don’t have our ropes with us, so we couldn’t repel down the side of the building. But oh my laaawd did we want to today.
So, OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH MYYYYYYY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH, you guys. We are positively. reeling. over this.
He, and the rest of the hard-working young professionals who pay a pretty penny to live in what we consider a pretty freaking good building, in a pricey enough neighborhood, with good people in it, who expect a really high level of quality and safety for what we all pay…
… he and all these people discovered a pile of crap when they descended the stairs to go to work this morning. WTF?
If you’re wondering – yes, we have sooo brought it to the attention of management. So did other dwellers here. And yes, we have requested that cameras be installed at this point, because in the month or so that we’ve been living here, there have been other weird instances that brought questions and concerns. But this was most definitely the crap that broke the camel’s back.
Can you guys believe this? Probably not, because it’s not to be believed. It just isn’t. It’s not supposed to happen. This is a locked building. This is a good area. There’s a reason we live here, and that’s to AVOID S*** like this. Sadly, I mean that literally.
By the way, as long we’re questioning things right now, I might add – why on the step half-way between the lower and upper floors? Whyyyyyyyyy. That is straight-up OUT IN THE OPEN, y’all. That takes cojones. On another note, I have this weird, really unsettling feeling that it’s one of the people in the sole rent-controlled craptastic, in-shambles apartment of this building, which is located on the first floor. (The **** was found between the first and lobby floors.) I haven’t seen one homeless man around here, and the first floor smells funky every other day. That’s the extent of my detective work.
Aaaaaaanyway, now that I’ve sufficiently grossed you out on this fine Tuesday, let’s talk wedding! (Thanks for letting me vent. You guys rule the school and all its inhabitants.)
I’m a sucker for scalloped edges and subtle – and, on occasion, but rarely, all-over – sparkle in my clothing. Never used to be this way, but screw it, I am now, and I fully embrace it. And when I imagine a bitchin’ reception ensemble, here’s what I come up with…
Addie Brooch & Tulle Headband by Untamed Petals
The glory of Valentino. Le sigh.
For those of you planning a more casual wedding, and looking to rock a playful but stunning flat, check these ↴
So, what do you think? About the pretty, not the poopoo. Well, you can comment on that, too. In fact, I encourage it, because I’m feeling really weirded out and want to know if we’re alone in this. So if anyone else has experienced something similar in their apartment or neighborhood, by all means, share your story.
On the fashion front: do you like a sprinkling of scalloped edges, or sparkle, in your weddings? If not, what’s your indulgence, style-wise?
xoxo! – Alison
P.S. – they removed it. It’s gone now, with only a humongous stain to torture all of us with its memory. Ugh.