As usual I plugged myself into my ipod, (what I lovingly refer to as my dialysis machine), and hoped for inspiration to strike. Which it did.
The Black Keys came on shuffle, and for whatever reason that got me to thinking about my first apartment where I would often blare the Keys. If only to annoy my obnoxious neighbor.
This apartment was probably one of the coolest places I will have ever lived. Located above a restaurant downtown I was always right where the action was.
What also made it interesting was the history behind it. Since the building in downtown between several other buildings most merchants would live above their shops. How this particular building stood out was that instead of having a merchant and his family, the upstairs was known to have been *ahem* a brothel.
Yup. I am not even kidding you. If those walls could talk, right?
There were only four apartments located in this building with mine being the second largest. The ceilings were at least twelve feet high, all hardwood floors, and very large rooms. When it came time to put in cabinets whomever was in charge decided to put two of them completely out of reach. In fact, they were put between the fridge... and the ceiling.
One night Clara and two of our friends were over. Being free runners the guys decided to see if they could climb up and get into the cabinets. Being far more agile and dextrous than Clara or I will ever be, we just hung back and watched. Crossing our fingers that they didn't fall and break their necks.
And, oh yeah, I got it on video. :)
(Please forgive the shaky camera as I got a serious case of the giggles watching the second fella trying to climb up.)