The bathroom had a tiny sink, toilet, and smaller than average tub/shower. The shower wall had a window that wasn't painted with water proof paint so it was necessary for us to have a shower curtain to cover it which made it seem even smaller when I showered. It used to remind me of a scary movie when the victim finds themselves in a room full of hanging tarps (why do so many scary movies take place in places where people are hanging pastic?) and can't figure out where the bad guy is and all of a sudden he jumps out or grabs them and wraps them in the plastic...yeah, I know, creepy.
The rest of the apartment was a room about 10 feet by 15 feet. There was a stove, sink, and fridge in one corner and a row of street level windows on the opposite wall. We put my old couch against one wall and a small TV stand across from it. It was OK that the apartment was so small because we didn't really have anything to put in it.
Where did we each sleep you wonder? Leo and I resorted to sharing a bed. When Leo slept over at my townhouse he always slept in my bed, so it wasn't anything new to us. It wasn't long before we couldn't sleep alone anymore.
Our apartment was right behind a liquor store so it was easy to make it to the liquor store before it closed to grab some libations. We also lived just blocks away from Loring Park where the Minneapolis Pride festival is held there every year. We only had a few blocks to stumble home after a few cocktails and a sunburn.
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| Minneapolis Pride, 2009 |
Believe me, it wasn't always easy living in such close quarters with Leo. We faught constantly about having people over, it was impossible to invite a "love interest" over. We didn't have counter space, much cupboard space, and no dishwasher so we always argued about who's turn it was to do the dishes. I'm surprised we didn't kill each other. I miss our little apartment.
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