A Nosey Neighbour

Holy Moly! I have an opportunity to meet my neighbours from the apartment block I live in. An invitation was slipped under my door asking me to attend the first annual Xmas gathering of residents. I don't know these people by name, just by what I call them.

Mr and Mrs Goatee (because he has a goatee), who live down at the end of the hall and are home only three or four days a month. I'll find out where they are the rest of the time and why they park a different car each time they show up. Mrs Goatee is ooh-la-la-wow.

The Sow Cow (because she's big and fat), who walks like an elephant in the apartment above me. I'll find out who all her model type girlfriends are, or if there's some sort of lezzy stuff happening up there. I never see any men go there.

The Security Guard (that's his job), who lives next door. I'll find out exactly how much of an asshole he really is. He yells at his lady friends a lot after he fucks them. The walls are thin here.

The Mountain Man (because he has so much hair on his face only his nose sticks out), who lives in one of these apartments. He seems to be quite a nice chap.

Of course there are the others. The partyers, the weed smokers, single women, and normal people like me.

My Rsvp says "Eric will attend". I'd have to be on crack to miss an event of this magnitude. Here's hoping they all show.