Streak the neighbours

After our condo meeting, we had the members of the association over for apple crumble. I discovered that the St. Louis contingent is stronger than imagined: Four out of twelve units! Next meeting, gooey butter!

When monshu finally had the place to ourselves again, he revealed to me that while raking leaves out front last weekend, a neighbour from across the street (let's call him "Joe") stopped by and told him it was nice to have people living in our unit who didn't keep their curtains closed all the time. WTF? I wasn't there, so perhaps he delivered it in a completely non-creepy way. I asked monshu if I should wave to "Joe" next time I'm prancing nude around the front room, but he said it wouldn't be worth my while.