Sandwiches and Spooks

        In keeping with my new found affinity for The Sopranos, today I ordered "The Godfather" at my favorite sandwich place, Tubs Gourmet Subs.  It's definitely worth the trip up Lake City Way (which is hard to believe, I know.)  I felt pretty bad ass eating this amazing Italian delicacy- obvi.

Diiiiiid I mention that we are moving into a building called "The Florentine?" Ayyyyy!

        I didn't feel so bad ass last Saturday night when we stayed at our friends, Carly and Joe's, house in North Portland.  One word.  Haunted.

I wish this was the only spirit I had encountered last weekend

        Now, don't get me wrong, I've lived in a haunted apartment building before... 

The Grosvenor Arms in Denver, CO

        There were funny little things about living at the Grosvenor Arms.  The elevator would take you to the wrong floor.  I would hear funny noises- who cares?  There were rumors of ghost sightings as well, and I actually hoped to see something, but never did.

        Carly and Joe's ghost has a name.  Ruby.  Ruby is nice- playful, even.  Shortly after we got to their house, they were telling us stories about finding shades twisted open when they were certain to have been shut,  windows and screens flung open that they didn't even know could open, footsteps running upstairs when all the pets and everyone else were downstairs.  All that stuff can either be dismissed as bad memory or creaks in an old house, perhaps. 

        I was standing facing away from a heating vent when I felt a tap on my lower back.  I thought something flew out of the heating vent.  I thought their cat attacked me.  I thought something fell out of my hood (sometimes I find food in the hoods of my shirts- duh.)  I turned and there was nothing.  Was Ruby playing tag with me or am I just a freak?  Don't answer that.  Still, this is a quirky little story that is easy to dismiss, right?  Fuggeddabout it.

        Then Sunday, when we were sloth-like on our respective couches and love seats all four of us witnessed something weird.  I was about to doze off for a nap, when I heard my empty Gatorade bottle making a ruckus.

I was laying on the couch that is empty in this pic

        I opened my eyes to give Eric a bad time because I assumed he had clumsily knocked the bottle off the table (poor Eric.)  What I saw was that his feet were planted firmly on the floor- nowhere near the coffee table.  Carly and Joe were just as inculpable.  I am not kidding, you guys,  not a single [living] soul, human, animal, or otherwise was any where near the freaking empty bottle of Gatorade.

        The bottle went straight up in the air about two inches, and landed with a whack (which is when I thought it was knocked over) and spun around, still upright, on the table before it stopped moving.  We all saw this.

        Weird, inexplicable things happen sometimes.  My advice is, hope for a friendly ghost, and always bring an emergency sandwich.