Is that a Grandma!? or an albino man?.....

Yup. That's what summers said about whoever it was at the end of the lot.

:)

And we're back!

 Ladies and gentlemen we have activity in the parking lot! 

Wed.: Halloween. While we didn't get our Michael Jackson dance by a group in orange jumpsuits, there was an exciting, strobe light dance party going on in one apartment. A source told us they were playing signs with dance moves and a strobe light. Awesome. Too bad we don't have record of that happening but we do have video of some people dancing in the parking lot that night: 

Friday was pretty eventful. We had Daniel Boone ( or I guess I should say Daniella?) skinnin' some porcupine she got from who knows where. WARNING: THERE IS A PICTURE OF THE SKINNED PORCUPINE! BUT THERE IS STILL MORE SO JUST SCROLL DOWN A LITTLE!

IT'S COMING!!!!!.................

ALMOST HERE.................

GROSS

OK. moving on. 

Friday. Yes friday. It was fantastic. We had a lovely couple walking through the parking lot stop and do some awesome latin dancing for us. 

Summers finally got her serenade!

It was wonderful! We asked for an encore and he said he would come back another time. Same time next week?  Sounds good. We are sorry you cannot see him in the video, we could barely see him from our porch. Unless he shares a picture of himself we have included several options of men playing the guitar:

Happy Halloween!

We have seen some costumes this last weekend with Halloween coming up and we expect to see more this week! What would be really cool if a group did something like this: 

The return of straw hat man and friend...

Remember these guys? 

We do. They keep doing random stuff as they cross the parking lot. Today while Summers and I were on the bench they walked from behind the building. Suddenly one was overcome with the urge to dance while watching himself in the car window. We laughed. They looked.  We laughed even more. I think there was a little embarrassment on their part which was worth the entertainment on ours.

Top that!

Well.  It's been a while since there has been a real post. Come on people. The weather hasn't been that cold. And even then, let's get this parking lot moving! Would it help if I put up a schedule of when there is an audience on the bench?

  Between Summers and I tag teaming on the bench we have seen a few things.

• To the girl listening to your i-pod and dancing while you are walking: you are awesome. I was happy because you were happy. Keep it up. 
• To the guy whistling "Somewhere out there" (as in the song, not referencing his location as was miscommunicated earlier): I hope you are enjoying your time in America and have been able to find your family. (If you have experienced confusion on that reference go watch an American Tale. I haven't seen that forever. I mostly remember weird looking animals... and riding around on soap. Wouldn't that be awesome?! Who wants to make some giant soap bars that we can ride around on in the parking lot?) 

One of these times when Summers and I are riding our bikes through the parking lot, walking through, or just sitting on the bench we would really like to see this.  Summers will be the girl in the hat. 

Disclaimer: Summers is already hip. 

Bless you whoever you are

        It's been a while since a post has been up. Since a lot of people were gone (including us), I bet nothing too exciting happened in the parking lot. But we are back and it's a new week! Bring on the events! But really, nothing has been happening. Let's go people.

I would like to take a moment to thank three individuals this evening. First, thank you random stranger last night who found my debit card. It's nice to know we have honest people in our parking lot. Thank you roommate and roommates's fiancé for being at the right place at the right time to relay the card to me.
Thank you Mollie. I don't know what for but she is next to me and said to include her in this part. So there you go.  (Some voice next to me just prompted me to say thank you to Mollie for being my best friend at our complex.)

This post seems empty without a picture or video. So here you go.

Ya. I was was disturbed the first time I saw this too. But having him in our parking lot would make for a great blog post. So if any of you know Thor, please send him this way. 

555-7109

"Hey guys, I think it's raining outside!"

Sorry neighbor. It wasn't raining. The parking lot was just all wet from washing the chalk off the asphalt. Normally we support most forms of chalk art, like this:

                                    

Or this

Although being where we are this might be more appropriate:

 Wow. Tangent. Anyway, when it involves someone's  telephone number 5 feet high it needs to be removed. Or that's what some of the girls tried to do. The victim started to receive text messages from all ages and ethnicities. (Although why someone would tell you their ethnicity after the third text is a little strange, but then again she did ask how old they were after the second)  It was pretty funny. Some of them even wanted to meet her. Creepy? A little.

Turns out the original prankers were continuing their mischievousness by using an app to text her from what she thought were different people. It  was hilarious when she found out she was still being played, I wish it happened in the parking lot so you all could have seen or heard it. But then again you might of, it was pretty loud. 

But seriously, if any of you can do this kind of art, please come by our parking lot!

One-upped

Most of you should remember the dancing man in one of our first posts. Well, maybe you don't remember the actual man since few were really there to witness it but how can you forget the youtube video we put up instead? If you haven't seen it, go watch it. It will bring a smile to your face, happiness to your heart and a little awkwardness to your stomach.

Well last night we had another visitor to our parking lot to challenge our original dancer. And we must admit this one was better. And it lasted longer so that added some points. We tried to video it but it didn't really work!  

 I promise he wasn't dancing to the beat of his own drum, there really was music. 

We could see him fine but it was too dark for the camera. Sorry, you guys missed out. Maybe there can be a repeat sometime a little earlier so we can actually film it this time. (Hint hint) 

JOSH

We had a recent reader comment on some of the terminology that has been used in this blog. So we thought we would help the un-named reader by defining the term he had a problem with.

Jay-Hanging: The act of technically not jay-walking across the street. This can be accomplished by skipping, leaping, dancing etc. This act is performed by Summers and Hall and whoever we choose to invite. It also is a term used when walking/running/dancing around town instead of driving. You cannot Jay-Hang in a car. 

To help clarify even more the definition of this term we have provided a video:

If you happen to see this going on around here, it's probably Summers. Unless it's at night. Then I might get over my embarrassment of acting in such a way in public. 

So there you go un-named reader. If any of you other lot loiterers would like a term to be defined, please let us know and we will be happy to help. It is now time to go do the homework I should have been doing. Maybe I can just hand in the link to this post..."Professor, I wasn't able to complete the assignment because of this blog post. Here is the link. As you will see it was essential for the education of others on some important terminology. Why yes, I do deserve an A." 

Hey stud

We have had an addition to the number lost on our front porch.

 Call me stud.

Due to lack of clarification we aren't sure what exactly this means. Do you want us to call you stud? Like, "Hey stud! How are you today?" "Ya that was Stud that just came by and wrote on our porch". In that case you either have an unusual family name or lack a little humility.
 Or are you calling us stud? Well, you are right, we are studs. Although usually we normally associate that with males. So. In case of confusion there are no males living here.

 We have asked several males currently present what the female equivalent of stud is. For clarification by stud we mean a really cool guy. A stud muffin, whatever that means.  Here is the list:

• Sassy
• Princess
• Gorgeous
• Pretty
• Beautiful

Hmmmm. We aren't sure about these options. They are nice but we were thinking something more like your...

• Excellency
• Majesty
• Grace
• Lady

Eh..... Maybe these options won't work out as well either. "She is an Excellency" or "She is such a Grace" sounds a little weird. I guess we might just have to stick with "She's a really cool girl". 

Cookies or a kiss?

So one of our neighbors has a sign in their window that says,

 "We kiss better than we cook." 

The harem apartment might have some competition on their hands. You males might want to head on over there and challenge that statement.

A group of guys just walked past and noticed your sign!! We said there were cute girls living there and they said they would have to go over sometime. Get your ovens ready...

Can I have your number?

    

If someone comes up to you on campus saying they have lost their number and requests yours, this may not be a pick up line! They might have really lost it. Or it may be a pickup line. Feel free to decide what you want it to be.                                                                                          

                           

Or if you really have lost yours and would like someone else's, feel free to take it!  

Wishing and hoping no more!

Post: 7
Who: Benny
What: Shout out to the engaged couple!

 While none of us were on our porch last night a happy couple was on theirs getting all engaged and stuff. Our door was open and we were in the front room so it kind of counts. We were watching Avengers when suddenly there was a burst of happy girl noises and as we looked out the door there was a group giving hugs all around. We assumed it was an engagement which was confirmed later. 

Congratulations! Whoot whoot! 

It happened to the apartment we mentioned earlier with the harem of guys going in and out. It seems those girls do know what they are doing. Maybe they sing this song every night before they go to bed.

Or they really do make good cookies....;)

I was walking through the parking lot and what did I see...??

Post: 6
What: Tastes like chicken

"I'm tired and hungry. FHE..to go or not to go? I probably should. Ooops, watch out for that hole in the sidewalk. Oh look, it's the midget dumpster in our parking lot. There is a girl wandering around the dumpster with a camera. She looks lost. Wait a second...is she holding a rubber chicken?  Why yes, yes she is. Huh. I'm hungry......."

My heart will go on....and so is their singing

Post: 5
What: Titanic karaoke at a party in mexico
Who: Hall, Summers and Christison

Sunday night now. 11:00 p.m.

Thank you apartment....B something? I think. We enjoyed your karaoke rendition of "My heart will go on." It was great. Really though, it was pretty good! And I'm pretty sure your door opened while you were singing "Once more you open the door." Nice touch.

For those of you who were not serenaded this evening we have provided your own opportunity to sing it loud and proud to your parking lot. Go on. They'll love it so much they will probably blog about it. :)

Our neighbor just said something like. "Go back to Mexico and have a drink!" Hmmm. Mexico... sounds kind of nice with this cold weather coming. Who could we go have a drink with??? (non-alchoholic of course.)

How about these guys...

OR these guys. 

I have a feeling you for sure wouldn't need alcohol to be entertained with these three around.

Mexico anyone?

Sunday afternoon on the bench

Post: 4

What: Sunday afternoon 

Who: Hall, Summers, Christison, Smith

Yup. Sunday afternoons. There's not much going on in the lot so Christison is entertaining us. She said she didn't even get to the good part...

Falling for your dancing skills

Post: #3

What: What the....

Who: Summers and Hall

We are back on the porch after some jay-hanging (we decided to start some new slang). The MoTab concert is over and the couples are streaming out! (38 so far)

We have to be careful though, two of our roommates are out and we need to do a quick duck and roll when we see them coming. We don't want to make the door step scene any more awkward. 

Observations:

• We just saw a guy fall for his date. Quite literally actually, he tripped on the stairs going up. :)
• Some girl just chased after her date and they walked away together...hmmm must have been a good date. 
• Two girls just showed up to the apartment that the dejected boy came to earlier....they just came out again. 
• Wait a minute....wait a minute!! Some suburban is pulling onto the parking lot with really loud music. Summers has started dancing. The guy who was driving turns up the music, jumps out of the car and starts dancing like crazy!!! What!? This is really happening. I'm telling you, our parking lot is awesome. Summers is still dancing up on our balcony and then runs into the apartment embarrassed. She just came out and tries to secretly take a picture for our blog. She forgot to turn the flash off. Awkward. With all that trouble we have to put it up. 

They knew we were up here...and with all of their windows down they had to have seen it. And the suburban just drove off.....no one got out to go to their apartment. They must have wanted to get on our blog. 

Since we were unable to capture the beautiful awkwardness of the actual dance, we found another white guy to entertain you. I'm sure if our friend kept going this is what it would have looked like. 

• One apartment has a harem of men in and out....maybe we should see what their secret is. Probably cookies. 
• 40 couples and counting. 
• 42.
• A couple just left to go on a jog.

 "The couple that exercises together stays together." -Observation by Summers. 

Straw Hat Man

Post: 2
What: Straw hat man
Who: Summers and Hall


The other day two boys entered our parking lot from the North East corner and crossed through our parking lot. One had a straw hat:

The other had Red Hair

They both were on longboards.

Summers yelled, "Nice hat!"  

 He turned and yelled, "Nice Mac! (the first of many ventriloquist tricks of Summers and Hall) 

But Summers didn't have a Mac, Hall did. Silly boy. Pay more attention next time. 

They came back a moment later from the corner by the Midget dumpster with a very large, overstuffed chair. 

That's not going to fit through their door. 

Note: While the images used may not portray the complete truth, the story is 100% true. Would we really make up such a boring story?

What do you think they are doing with overstuffed chair?

The stand up

 Post: #1
Who: Hall and Summers
What: The standup

 So Summers and I are hanging out on the porch this lovely evening. We don't have dates, boyfriends, or fiancés, but we have Benny. The bench.  We are having our own creeper fun. Earlier I (Hall) was going into our apartment and noticed a well dressed, young man bounding up some stairs in excitement. Obviously a date to see MoTab. I went inside and then told Mollie that we should go hang out outside.
     We came out and settled on our bench when I noticed the exact same well-dressed, young man walking in front of our apartment again. Strange. He goes around the corner and we hear some knocking. Then we heard a voice, "Hello? Hello?" Oh. No. Was he in the process of being stood up? He kept knocking and calling, knocking and calling. As Mollie and I sat there wondering what was going on, we watched as he slowly walked down the small flight of stairs. He stopped. He then turned his head and looked back at the apartment in hope that his supposed date would open the door. (" Maybe she was unable to answer because she was stuck in her closet making a quick wardrobe change at the last second and got tangled up. Obviously.") Alas, no one came out. He took off his jacket and looked down at his phone and back up again. He turned and walked 20 steps and paused, again looking back. Still nothing. He started walking away again, but convinced that for some reason his date would show up at the door he stopped again at the corner of the building, his last hope fading. Realizing his efforts would yield no result he ran away. Poor kid.

So readers. What do you think really happened?