New horizons
Mr. Alterhausen concluded his Pride week stay and departed for San Diego yesterday. And J Co and KFC packed up and departed last night, and Brandon moved in. In one fell swoop, the bustling buzz of Casa Fiesta decrescendoed into a gentle quiet.
I hadn’t realized it, but most of the wall decorations and mirrors belonged to J Co, so the house is a bit barren except for my room. But I don’t entirely mind. Gives it a nice clean sheen, a new palate upon which to decorate.
Brandon seems very personable and chill. I had hoped to take him out to a welcome dinner, but was feeling slightly sickly. I swear I musta had an ulcer from all this grief with the landlord.
Gideon invited me to a 4th of July barbecue at his place in the Berkeley Hills. The unbelievably beautiful view from his place is the wall paper on his cell phone, and I’m a sucker for beautiful views, so should be fun. I’m a sucker for Gideon, too, but who knows where that will take us. I will be celebrating our freedom from the British, even though I would have probably been happier growing up in Britain than here, by toasting to the fireworks while getting toasted.
Cheers, uryone.
