We've had lots of strange occurrences around here.

The other night, we were all out front, me working on one of my bikes, and the Baby and TSG helping (Baby Mark mostly by chewing on the ratchet set).

Suddenly two of our neighbors burst out of the building, one sobbing. It is our very drunk, very emotional 3rd floor neighbor, and a girl who lives in our building they proceed to have earnest conversation, laughing and sobbing and being dramatic (the guy more so than the girl was three sheets to the wind for sure).

Then the guy comes over, and the girl follows - a little embarrassed for him. He tries to talk to the baby, says hi to us, points out his boyfriend's car across the road, explains his boyfriend's first two favorite parking spots.

And THEN. It gets weird.

Suddenly a tall, older gentleman with an athletic build, wrinkled skin, and a Roman nose appears in our midst.

"May I ask, how to get to the holiday Inn?", he asks in a thick European accent. "I am from Switzerland."

I start to explain how to get there, but TSG has more recent knowledge that the closet Holiday Inn is, in fact, closed. Then our female neighbor chimes in trying to send him down a non-existent street. When suddenly:

"I don't want to freak you out man," says our that-bottle-of-wine-is-now-an-ex-bottle neighbor, "but I'll just hop in your car and direct you." (With much slurring of his words.)

At this point the very polite but rather freaked-out gentleman begins to back cautiously toward his car.