Bomb Threat in the Gayborhood

Yesterday was quite interesting. My house mates and I went over to the apartment to prepare for the movers. We cleaned up a bit, pondered where our new furniture would go, and eagerly greeted them as they arrived. They were both quite adorable, very kind and considerate. After the furniture had been moved in we found ourselves having a conversation with the guys about life in Philly. All of the sudden we hear a woman running down the hall screaming "THERE'S A BOMB IN THE BUILDING!" We immediately raced to the front door to see what was the matter. She frantically explained that there was a bomb in the building and that we needed to evacuate immediately. Then the sirens in the building started going of and an automated woman told us to remain calm and to proceed to the nearest exit. So the movers, my room mates, and myself all rushed down the hall to the emergency exit and out the door. We stopped once across the street and watched the emergency vehicles pull up, continuing our conversation with the movers. After a while they took off and we were left to wait for the bomb squad to clear the building. Not wanting to wait out in the cold we decided to have lunch in the cafe across the street. As soon as we walked in we remembered what we had been told about our neighborhood. Some call it the gayborhood because it is heavily populated by gay and lesbian couples. The street signs all have rainbow stripes beneath them (officially designated by the city) and the sidewalks and restaurants are full of gay couples. The cafe across the street was no exception. The two men working behind the desk were clearly gay, there was a young gay man in a pink shirt in the back where we sat, another graying gay man reading a paper, and a young lesbian couple holding hands. When we left the cafe there were two gay couples introducing their partners to each other on the corner. We felt like the only straight people in the neighborhood! Almost like we were living in a gay world. It was pretty hilarious. It also makes us feel pretty safe, and we never ever get creepily hit on. I can't say the same for our guy friends though. One was told, while moving boxes across the crosswalk, that he had a nice package... both of them.

Today my roomies and I treked to Ikea to pick up some much needed furniture, linens, and household goods. We just finished constructing our treasures and the place is starting to feel like home. I moved my clothes into my closet, the bed is finally made, and tonight for the first time I will be sleeping in my Philadelphia apartment! Good night!!!