You did great with the rents honey. My mother, while brilliant, doesn't score high on the social intelligence scale. She is definitely on the spectrum as they say. In fact my parents joke about making shirts for themselves that say "sorry" on the front and "I'm an Ass Burger" on the back. They know they lack in normal social graces and don't give a shit about formalities. That said, my Dad is and gets funny. I think Danny enjoyed hearing him joke about anal on the car ride down to the Cape. And I caught them playing off each other a fair bit during lunch with my aunt and uncle. Oh. And I never quite realized just how into puns my dad is. He's no Myq Kaplan, but there were way too many moments where he made a pun that I could have easily imagined Danny making. It was the first time I've ever had one of those "oh god, am I dating my dad?" moments. And then I remembered that my dad is George Clooney.
the fag talk came up because I cracked the same joke Chemda did when we walked by a bundle of sticks with my parents. I was yelling "faggot!" Rather loudly at one point and Danny pointed out after the fact that two old ladies were walking behind us. Zoops.
And finally. I call my place a condo because that is what it is. as Wikipedia states:
"A condominium, or condo, is the form of housing tenure and other real property where a specified part of a piece of real estate (usually of an apartment house) is individually owned. Use of land access to common facilities in the piece such as hallways, heating system, elevators, and exterior areas are executed under legal rights associated with the individual ownership. These rights are controlled by the association of owners that jointly represent ownership of the whole piece."
So it's a legal term. Our building has 12 condo units (apartments, for the non-legalese inclined) and we have a legally binding Condo document and Board that govern us. I happen to be a member of the board (secretary, former treasurer), which is a thankless job but somewhat worthwhile because the meetings always feel like a Christopher Guest film and I spend the whole time chuckling inside. I seriously want to secretly film the next one. The other trustees are all old, mostly retired, Cambridge hippies (some of whom were once squatters who bought the building from the city for cheap). To give you a sense of these people, our president has a public access show on CCTV (Cambridge Community Television), over a decade running (take that KATG!), who likes to write cat poetry and has a self printed book of poems that sits by my toilet...
I don't watch the show, but here's a pretty recent clip (he's the one on the left):
Oh, and fun story about discovering this guy... A few months before I started my house hunt I had fallen asleep on my couch and woke up to an episode of his show (around 4AM?). i think my cat had stepped on the remote or something. It was super funny, awkward, and bizarre. He had his then gf on the show to talk about love. the next day I wasn't sure whether I had dreamed it or not. Several months later, after I had bought my unit and moved in I saw him walk out of the building and recognized him. it was a trip. a few months later the very same girlfriend from that episode asked me to help her move out. "Unfortunately" I was "away" that weekend. Anyway, I dug up that episode because it honestly was really funny and fascinating and I can't believe I now know this person. I encourage you to toke up before you dive in:
more Mykey here:
https://www.youtube.com/user/michaelkoran/videos