Hairy and Prissy

So! I finally thought of some names for the neighbors down the hall. So we have Tall and Sassy, right? Well the neighbors (the one's with the Chihuahua) are now Hairy and Prissy, ha! It's not as easy as you'd think to come up with anonymous nicknames for people who already have nicknames. Hairy is twenty two (the only one in the building that we hang out with who is actually old enough to drink) and he's a student and car guy with issues confrontation. Prissy is twenty, a student and a secretary with issues with her mother.

Hairy has been a pretty constant friend but Prissy, well, she's had her moments. (These two are the same ones in the "boobs" reference in my last post.) Tall and Hairy are friends. Prissy hated Sassy from day one because she wasn't Tall's ex, but lately has loosened up some, I think, maybe. At least enough to be in the same room without glares, that's progress.

We are trying to get Tall, Sassy, Hairy and Prissy to come do something for St. Patrick's Day. Everyone is agreed that alcohol has to be involved, perhaps even green alcohol, it's just no one is too sure where they want to do it. Not to sound too pessimistic but the hubby and I will probably end up spending the evening alone. The curse of being lazy and not wanting to go out and spend money, something everyone else is obviously not plagued with. Oh well, the hubby doesn't usually get any holidays off, so even if it's just St. Patty's Day, we're going to enjoy it.