It's Not Just Me

So I was perusing the blogosphere to see if anyone else out there had something to offer up about the Woodner and I came across the Prince of Petworth’s blog. He does not live in Woodner but his guest poster does or did. Since the post was dated from back in 2010 I certainly hope this guy has escaped. If not, I am extending an invitation to grab a drink at Café Sangria (for those of you lucky enough to have never set foot in the Woodner, that is our own personal apartment bar)

Anyway, the guest poster, Tony, had some Woodner facts I was previously not privy too…though he definitely has confirmed some suspicions. For example, I ride in the Woodner elevator every day, multiple times a day and generally have a super creepy feeling come over me. I thought this was due to the puddles of piss I see on Saturday morning, the heavy breathers that stand just a bit tooclose, or the affection-starved tweens that ask me for hugs. Actually though, I think this Tony fella sums it up best,

It’s common to come home and see multiple police cars parked in front of the building. We never find out why, except under the most grave of circumstances, like when Nori Amaya, co-owner of Coppi’s Organic Restaurant was strangled to death last November. Management informed everyone with a flyer near the elevator banks on each floor. The crime is still unsolved. It’s a bizarre thought, to think that you could be sharing an elevator with a murderer.

Well, gee, isn’t that a fuzzy notion? Is it legal to carry a Taser?

But, Tony seems to be a glass half full kind of guy and he definitely had some nicer things to say about Chateau W,

Everything, the hall of pictures, the cracked marble, the spiral staircases, the swirls of spackle on the ceiling, it all imparts a sense of deep history to the place. Makes you wonder about your surroundings. Who stayed in my apartment? Was it ever anybody famous? What were their lives like? Did they have kids? What were their hopes and dreams and fears as they slept under the same roof that I sleep now?

Um…and let’s not forget “were they the Woodner Strangler?” I mean, that is my primary wonder along with:

• Is that nick in my door jamb a remnant from when S.W.A.T. kicked down the prior tenant's door? (this is not outside the realm of possibility either…I will have an actual S.W.A.T. story for a later date)
• Is that a really violent movie on high volume or is someone getting the crap kicked out of them?
• Why are there ALWAYS chicken bones in the hallway?

Okay, so maybe I view the Woodner through a slightly tainted lens. If you are all about a fair and balanced interpretation then check out the blog post. Heck, check out Prince of Petworth anyway! It’s a fun blog…and he is probably nicer than me.