I' Fratelli. A place Tonya and I frequent in the metro-plex. Featuring half priced wines from all over the world anytime before seven! Square pizzas, and my favorite, crème brule. Mmm. Sounds fabulous right? Even better, it's one of those restaurants with really dim lighting. They set the "mood." At seven, they turn the lights down sow low that it's emulates candlelight. Feel like drinking your favorite merlot NOT in a cocktail dress? No problem! Walk in wearing a jogging suit with yesterdays make-up, hair disheveled-like you are still in high school and you were making out with your boyfriend in the movie theater (don't pretend you don't know); Have no fear, in the mellow scenery of I' Fratelli's you will appear as a Goddess, soft light reflecting on your skin, mysterious sparkling eyes…okay so maybe it just makes that fresh new zit on your forehead and greasy hair you washed yesterday that you should have washed today less noticeable. Whatever the case, it makes you feel like you look smokin! Insecurities melted away by the ambient light! ladies, you know what I am saying here. (Note to ALL men: women like restaurants with dark lighting. Not because they are "romantic" but simply because they are dark. End note.)
However, this oh so glorious restaurant darkness is not something I so much welcome in my own home. I do enjoy a good scary movie in the dark, maybe a nice porch sitting in the candlelight with jazzy jams in the background. But I do not like leaving I' Fratelli's to walk into my home only to find my door left slightly cracked open in similar type of lighting. No, no, no, not good.
Well, that happened. Upon my room bud and I's return from ladies night at I' Fratellis, I decided I would like to engage in a few minutes of balcony sitting/star gazing. Something I do almost every night. I tug the string to my god awful, hideous, cheapest, most ridiculous, crap quality blind that the Cabochon has to offer, only to find my sliding glass door in the open position. I pause. I stare. I think. This is not how I left you. I KNOW I locked you last night. I tugged on you three times to make sure your latch caught. Now I did this obsessive compulsive tugging because this is not the first time I have found my door in this curious position. The two previous nights on my way out, I found that my door was unlocked. Didn't think anything of it because I thought, well maybe I just keep forgetting to lock it when I come back in. But no, this time I was certain. I locked it, tugged, and checked the lock again. It was an absolute.
"Tonya!" (I am yelling from my bedroom to T in the living room.) It's so annoying, I know. I do it, you do it, we all do it… "Tonya, did you go out onto the balcony from bedroom at any point last night or today?" "Nope" replies Tonya. I quickly concluded that this is probably not good. Possibilities: Either Tonya or I is sleep walking. Building vibrations? Spiritual warfare anyone? Pranksters? Or do Tonya and I in fact have us a phantom intruder? More to follow…
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