America, June 3, 1997
My Joe-Cool Mt Pleasant Crew!
I lived in a big house on a shady street in the Adams Morgan section of Washington, DC for three years. My five ever changing housemates and I got along, for the most part, trying to live our lives the best we could. I really enjoyed the neighborhood and I still write to my neighbours!
Now with six people all sharing the same refrigerator, things got a little messy once in a while. I always had the habit of tossing anything that looked like it would attack me, and every so often we would draw straws to clean out the whole fridge.
Here is Nora, deep in the process, but still looking good. How does she do that?! Notice she is barefoot in the kitchen! Yes!
The photo shows our diverse eating habits. We usually had a 50/50 split between vegetarians like Nora and myself, and omnivores like Scott or Greg. Some means we ate together, but usually we all ate separately, playfully criticizing our roomies strange foods. If I was home at dinnertime, I made a pasta or soup dish, while Nora went for salads. Greg never ate at home, not in the two years we lived together did I ever see him in the kitchen, much less cooking. Andrew and Louisa are amazing chefs, so good I 'accidentally' ate Louisa's leftovers one night. Boy, was she mad!
We had a vegan in the house for a while. She was a little bit beyond the norm of our abnormal house. Her rabbit's poops got everywhere!
Now living in the city gave us some wonderful friends. I met William Upski Wimsatt, a formidable writer, and joe-cool friend one day while reading in Dupont Circle. He was hitch-hiking across America promoting his book, Bomb the Suburbs. After chatting with him for a while, I invited him home for some fun with my housemates. First they thought I was nuts to bring someone home, especially from Dupont Circle, but after they saw he was cool and wouldn't pee on the floor, we had a great evening. We kept in touch, and the following summer he showed up at our door again. He lived for a while in DC, but now he is doing big and bold things in Chicago. He runs a nonprofit organizing group called the Coordinators Circle.
I also brought home some people that didn't go over too well. Blelvis, the Black Elvis was borderline, but my friend. He knows every Elvis song and if you give him a subject and a few dollars, he'll sing an Elvis tune containing the subject for you. He lives somewhere in DC and named his children after Elvis, but I forget exactly how.
When my college friend Graciela came up to DC one year, I introduced her to Blelvis. She is a serious Elvis fan, even owning a life size Elvis Lamp, but Blelvis topped her. She couldn't keep up with his knowledge of the King.
This is Blelvis busting a move at my front door.
There is another street caricature in Adams Morgan too, he is the Compliment Man. If you are walking down the street towards him, he will give you , well your girlfriend, a compliment. He will say something like, 'Nice dress, that is your color, girl!' and she will promptly look at you with that 'See he noticed!' look.
So then you do what is required at that moment and pay the man. Now if your good, she will say something like, 'Yeah, that's what my man says too!', and you will be the hero instead of the heel. I wasn't always the hero.
Now writing this I am getting a little homesick. I can't help but remember all the house parties we had with drumming sessions in the kitchen, deep conversations on the back porch, and sounds from the bedrooms. We had a great front porch where I would spend warm summer afternoons writing letters and sipping a beer, and our back porch faced the 'jungle' of our back yard where we could watch the wild city animals eat our garden. Our dining room had warm sunbeams in winter, while the living room was a cool cave in summer. That house was the greatest.
Here Andrew and Louisa do a bit of dancing while preparing one of their delicious meals. If you know them, try to invite yourself over whenever they are cooking!
Andrew is a fellow Russia-phile. He studied Russian at school and spent a year in Gorky (now Nizhy Novogrod). He would always chide me for not repeating the words as my Russian language tape played. Now I kick myself for not working harder at this damn language.
Louisa is somewhere in her home country of Denmark. She is one of the very few people I've ever met who, after living in the states, wanted to return to her native country because she thought is was better than the states. Power to you girl! And sorry about eating the leftovers.
One of my most interesting housemates was Scott. He had strong political beliefs that were the complete opposite of mine. Since we each knew we were right, we had great political arguments, but we always respected the other's view. He and I are both trying to change the world, unfortunately, Scott has chosen the political path to achieve that end, working for a political action committee. I forgive him for his foolishness, not everyone can give up the petty rivalries inside the Washington Beltway for the larger view. (Take that, pork eater!)
Scott (on the left) and his lobster, John.
Scott also has my envy currently. He has found someone to share his life with who cares enough about the Scooter to exchange the vows of commitment with him in public. I hope someday to find my lobster too, but I'll have enough respect for her not to take her pet name from a Friends episode!
Right before I left a Brit moved into the house. Danny and I had the hardest time trying to communicate because the woman couldn't speak American, only English. One night we had a big misunderstanding when she came home from the bar saying she was 'quite pissed'. Now in American, 'pissed' means your angry, and it took a while for her to explain that in English that means your drunk. Crazy girl.
I really enjoyed all my housemates. Thanks Carla, Carol, Dan, Danny, Andrew, Greg B, Greg H & Tippi, Scott, Louisa, Mary, Nora, and even Neva for a good run.