My House is Pink!

Pink. Like this.

I’m moving from my gorgeous, cheap, bug-free, secure, third-floor-with-lake-view-and-screened-balcony apartment at the end of the month. “Why?” you ask? Because my roommate’s girlfriend is a bitch.

A dirty, loudmouthed, leaving-her-underwear-on-my-bathroom-floor and unable-to-have-a-conversation-I-can’t-hear-on-the-other-side-of-the-apartment bitch. The creature from the Black Latrine, she is.

Anyway, two of my friends are moving into a four-bedroom house. They asked me to move in too; the fourth bedroom is to remain empty. I agreed, without seeing the house first.

I saw it yesterday, and it is pink. Not hot pink, more kinda peachy Spanish villa pink, but still. It’s a tad cramped inside as four-bedroom houses go, but quite nice and pinkless.

I’m having serious second thoughts. On the bright side- it has a pool! With water and everything! It’s one of those above-ground types, but it’s huge- forty feet across.

Has anyone painted their house? I’d like to paint it, but I don’t want to drop $400 into a house I don’t own. Can it be done cheaper? Is pink really not all that bad?

So it matches the flamingoes in the yard? :smiley: Doesn’t everybody that lives in FLA have a pink house with plastic birds in the yard?

Well, how much time do you expect to spend outside, looking at the house? If you’re in the pool, presumably you’ll be playing and paying no attention to the house. If you’re inside the house…well…ya see where I’m going with this.

ABSOLUTELY NOT! My house is a tannish-colored brick, and there’s not one damned plastic critter to be seen! :wink:

RNATB if your bedroom and the rest of the house is nice, don’t worry about the color. That’s a lot of expense and work for something you don’t own. Besides, do you really want to paint a house in the middle of July? :eek: Just put your shades on when you’re in the pool and you won’t even notice.

Everytime you look at the house, just pretend you’re looking at the world through rose-colored glasses.

(I graduated from a pink high school, BTW – something I’m only starting to come to terms with now, 30+ years later…)

Heh. Well I’m no fan of the color pink on houses, but it doesn’t sound too bad. The pool sounds awesome, and a pink house just sounds like something you’ll laugh about for the rest of your life once you move out. For instance, a couple years ago I moved out of the dorms and into my first apartment with a couple friends. The apartment was really old, the paint was peeling, and the doorknob to my bedroom fell off every time I touched it. Yes, the apartment was kind of on the sh***y side, but I remember all these things very fondly because it was neat to have an apartment.

Well, ain’t that America.

I actually think it looks kind of…different. Years ago, the last time I visited India I visited Jaipur, which is commonly known as the “Pink City”. I guess a lot of the houses are built from a certain pinkish type of stone, and they all have a pink cast to them.
The overall effect was actually kind of attractive.

Hey, you’d be in good company. John Ratzenberger (Cliff on Cheers) owned a pink house in this area. It was more of a Pepto Bismol pink though.

It’ll take some getting used to. Maybe for the first day or so the three of you can just pretend like you’re sperm.

Leave the Pink.
Just think of how much easier it will be to give directions.
It’s the pink house just past the fire hydrant.

I lived in a pink house.

It made giving directions simple.

It was a great conversation starter.

Chicks dug it.

I never had a problem finding it, even in the dark or when I was drunk.

Something to see, baby. Home of the free…

House Update, day 2: still pink.

Chicks dug it? Were you, like, six? Six year old girls love pink things. Twentysomething year old girls… not so much, unless they’re pink things which say Chanel on them.

Hmmm… pink Chanel house, maybe that’s the ticket.

runs off to find stencils

<six hours later>

Dammit. I shoulda gone with a Harley logo…

Finding the house when I’m drunk will not be an issue. If I’m too drunk to find an unpink house, I’m certainly drunk enough to settle down for a nap on somebody else’s lawn.

Anyway, I have come to realize it isn’t just the pinkness. The house is a low bungalow (at least, that’s what we called them in Britain- houses with only one floor). It looks very much like the kind of house that a sweet little old lady would live in. Ooooh- if the cops show up, this might be useful.

At least it’s not painted green.

HAH!!! Obviously, Bruce_Daddy, you have seen the John Waters house on N.Main Street?
Christmas time is a treat at that house. Santa in a pink suit and chariot being led by nine pink flamingoes. :smiley:

No, I missed that one :smiley:

OHHHHHHHH! YOUGOTTASEEIT!! It’s SO COOL!

It’s on North Main street, downtown. A huge pink mansion. Unfortunatly, the people who built it sold it and moved, so I think the flamingoes and crazy Santas are gone. But it’s still a sight to see. It looks just like a house John Waters would build. :slight_smile:

Sorry for the hijack, back to your regularly scheduled thread.

Weirdest colour scheme I ever lived in was a one-room apartment in the Plateau, formerly rented by a Marxist. All the walls were dark dark red except for one that was olive. It was great. It was like being in the womb.