Monday, September 05, 2005

Casa Del Pecadillo



In about a month, my two best friends and I will be moving in together. Our "house" still needs a little work, but it's coming along. I say "house" because it's really more of a shanty. It's the kind of place that only single guys, fresh out of college would live in, and even we're having second thoughts. My future roommates, C-Train (a very odd and disturbed individual) and "Muffin" (who has yet to enter the blogosphere), are also my two best friends. We've already purchased our first, and most essential piece of furniture; an air-hockey table.

She's a beaut'.

Air Hockey

The house, however, is not.




The property is owned by Muffin's parents, and in a year or so, they're going to tear the house down and build their dream home. Until then, they're being awesome enough to let us live there for next to nothing. I keep saying "the house" but in actuality, it's two. There is a small, two-room main house, and a two-room guest house that is almost just as big. The backyard is huge. It's easily big enough for a good game of football or even baseball, something you don't see a lot of in California. C-Train and I will take the guest house because we are, without a doubt, the only people on the face of the earth who could tolerate living with each other. Plus, that's where the air-hockey table is. The pair of us share the same off-beat plans for interior design. Crawford will be contributing a painting he made in elementary school that features a sword-wielding rat, while I will be displaying a portrait of the one and only Sean Connery. Not young, good looking, James Bond era Sean Connery mind you, this picture is of the old, bald, depends wearing Sean Connery. We also have the same Blues Brothers movie poster that we have been talking about hanging next to each other ever since we got them in junior high. Living together is going to be very interesting.



Muffin will be our front man in the main house. His job is simple, he must keep up the appearance of normalcy so that neither C-Train's, nor my own LAPD background investigator will know what we're really like. This will work out nicely as Muffin can best be described as a 75 year-old-man trapped in the body of a 20 year-old. Let me explain; he is the only guy (my age) that I know of that listens to Dean Martin, refers to everyone as Sir or Ma'am, and always speaks with flawless grammar. Sometimes, his unwavering politeness can be a little hard to fathom.

Warning: Muffin is a nickname that only a select group of people are permitted to use, very few have earned the right. It's a lot like how a guy can say the most insulting things to his brother and it's all good, but if anyone else does, they're dead. Muffin's real name is the same as mine, and when we started to become good friends in high school, that caused a lot of confusion. Clearly one of us needed a nickname, so I dubbed him Muffin. It is my opinion that a good nickname must be either random or insulting, Muffin is both. Perhaps that is why it has stuck so well. Take my advice, if you ever encounter him, do not attempt to call him Muffin unless you have earned the right.

While we are on the subject, it should be noted that I am the undisputed king of nicknames. I have dubbed more alternative titles than I can remember. In high school, there was a kid that always tried to hang out with us. He was a nice enough guy, although I have the sneaking suspicion that he managed to make it all four years without taking a single shower. WOOF! Everyday it was worse. This rising crescendo of stink that never subsided. So of course, I dubbed him "the onion", as he smelled much like you'd expect a burning onion patch would. Just awfull. Another friend, named Rey, has become "little Rey of sunshine". That name is particularly enjoyable to shout in public.

Anyhoo, Muffin is a scholar and a gentlemen, and I have yet to persuade him to start his own blog. He will, no doubt, have a very respectable looking home that Crawford and I will endlessly enjoy messing up. Muffin is definitely the Felix to mine and Crawford's Oscar. It's amazing to me that he continues to put up with us.

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Blogger Fred Butler said...

I am actually amazed. You, being the youth you are, actually used an Odd couple metaphor.

Fred
Hip and Thigh

Tuesday, September 06, 2005 9:05:00 AM  
Blogger C-train said...

Muffin is most definately the Felix to our Oscar. He may be very proper, polite and all of that; but he can handle the abuse of Pecadillo and myself like no one else. That is what makes him so special.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005 9:12:00 AM  
Blogger Student of History said...

If you are the king of nicknames, just wait until you have children. I have been known to call some of mine various food products (chip and dip) mixed up words that mean nothing except to me (snick tickery). They are inspirational for a person with a nicknaming bent.

Warmly, but not necessarily affectionately, but certainly not offensively,
Kate
AKA: Homeschool Mother Extraordinaire

:+)

Tuesday, September 06, 2005 11:24:00 AM  
Blogger Jeremy Weaver said...

Where'd you get that picture of my house?

Tuesday, September 06, 2005 7:03:00 PM  
Blogger Corrine said...

I have heard some interesting stories about the trio that will be moving into my grandparents house. I tell ya all i have heard is about that air hockey table..im gonna have to come over after school one day and check that pud-ducker out.

Haha i remember picking up my uncle*muffin* one day and him telling us how he got such a nickname...i will never forget it. Hes a pretty awesome possum person..for being my uncle

Ill be praying that that house can survive *at least whats left of it* the three of you!

Tuesday, September 06, 2005 7:11:00 PM  
Blogger Witchie Woman said...

Thanks for your comments Pecadillo. I have been wondering for quite a while who was moving into my sanctuary. I really didn't mean to scare you that day at the house, and yes some of my teeth are missing. The problem is, you have my duck. I know all about you and your roommates. I know that they were teasing you by playing with my duck. Don't you worry, "muffin man" and "c-train" have their up-comings coming to them too. So just know that one night when you are eating your nachos with the boys I will be stopping by for my duck and cloak.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005 8:29:00 PM  
Blogger Dan said...

Now all you need is an old school game machine, a George Foreman grill, and the first season of GI Joe on DVD and you'll be set! I hope that you guys remain friends through all of the stories I see coming your way. :-)

Keep up the good work.
Dan

Tuesday, September 06, 2005 9:05:00 PM  
Blogger Pecadillo said...

Actually, we've got a George Forman grill, and already I have the first season of the show and the GIJoe movie on dvd. Two out of three's not bad... and knowing is half the battle.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005 8:43:00 AM  
Blogger Frank Martens said...

Don't forget the A-Team & MacGyver DVD series (you might need to do some MacGyver'n with the looks of the house :), however I like the look, reminds me of my college days. The house was pistachio green.... yea!

Wednesday, September 07, 2005 1:24:00 PM  
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Wednesday, September 07, 2005 5:02:00 PM  
Blogger mrclm said...

I can so relate to the shanty life. But my experience was during college, instead of after college. The first house we lived in when we moved out of the dorms was buldozed the day after we moved out, it was that crappy. I am not exagerating when I say the bathroom was a converted closet. We lived in a "duplex" that would have been too small if we had both sides. Our front doors opend up to the beautiful view of the dumpsters for the dorm across the parking lot.

You might think we would upgrade on our next move, but we didn't, and to complicate things it went from my roommate and I to 4 guys and two dogs at the next house. This house was barely standing because of the years of ravaging of termites. There was a spot in the floor on the second level I would not walk across for fear of falling through the floor. We had a basement that more closely resembled a mideval dungeon/mold research lab. The garage had reciently burned down next to the house, and rather than clean it up properly they just pushed the remains to the back part of the lot. The lawn was so neglected that even weeds struggled to grow. Ahhh....how I don't miss those days....

Big Chris
Because I said so blog

Thursday, September 15, 2005 8:10:00 AM  
Blogger Mark said...

I love your new casa however I cannot condone Mr. Connery after seeing a picture of him in a movie called "Zardoz" (1974)

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070948/

There is a picture of him as "Zed" on my blog. I think I need a chemical shower. Ack!

Sunday, November 06, 2005 12:56:00 AM  
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