It was a very welcome culture shock for us. We had gay neighbors. Two sets of them actually. We had lesbian school teachers on one side and gay professionals across. A retired Asian couple, a retired Navy couple, and a German family all lived on our cul-de-sac.
We were a long, long way from the bayou.
But I was sad to see James and Rob move. They seemed like very good guys. But hell, they were moving to Palm Springs. You can't get much better than that.
The unmarried Navy couple who moved into James and Rob's beautiful house were a train wreck. The guy was so high ranking in the Navy that if I told you what job he had, the military among you might know who he was. And he was an asshole. An A class asshole.
Well, his concubine (also a Navy officer) smartened up and left the prick. And he proceeded to wreck that house. I mean, like, Hoarders wreck. She was smart enough to get him out of the house somehow and cleaned it up. But that house was never the same as when James and Rob lived there.
But, apparently, Palm Springs wasn't what it was all cracked up to be and James and Rob are coming back.
They're moving into the house that the German family has been renting out since they returned to their home country last year. The one right next to us that has been housing the most annoying child ever born for the last year.
We couldn't ask for better neighbors.
For two years our lesbian neighbors have been showing us up with their yard work. Now we're going to be sandwiched between two gay couples.
We don't stand a chance!
But professional landscaping is a price I'll pay to keep these great neighbors in our life.
Welcome to our gayborhood.