And remember, she just bought what looked like an 18-pack three days ago and here she is bringing in what now looks like a full case (24 twelve ounce cans in case you're not alchy-inclined).
I actually never knew NoFu was a drinker but then again, it makes this video make more sense I guess.
I'm a little concerned 'cause it's not even 4 PM and she's not been staying at this house overnight yet; I guess she's not fully moved in. So does that mean she intends to drive somewhere tonight? Oh man...
EDIT: I took a nap and got up around 10:30 (yeah, welcome back fucked up sleep pattern) and went immediately to the security footage out of sincere community concern morbid popcorn-munchin' curiosity and, yep, sure enough, she drove...
In the screen caps below we see the dude in the green shirt who showed up around 5:30 (while I was snorin' away) in a truck with this fifth-wheel open-cage trailer (like what you'd see hauling farm animals or something) filled with what looked like assorted junk. Thus we'll call this guy The New Fred Sanford. So M-M and NFS unpack bric-a-brac shit from the trailer for the next hour or so (a big flower pot, a BBQ smoker, a little side table, a decorative milk can....I swear it's the same kinda shit that Dan and Doreen had...makes me wonder if it isn't what was here?). Then as it's gettin' dark, the truck is now gone (I don't know who drove it away because these 15 second clips only activate with movement and not super-consistently so we got to live with what footage we got but I'm guessing he drove the truck to where ever it came from and since her car wasn't in the drive at the time I guess he was driving it so he drove her car back to the house). This brings us to the caps below where I show him fucking around with one last item then they get together as she gets in the driver's seat (in the video it's clearer) in order to drive him back to where he came from and you see in the last frame, the car is gone, all around 9 PM after she'd been drinking all afternoon. Oh, and she alternates the cans of beer with her travel mug and, take it from me, though I wasn't that variety o' drunk, I know that kind well...that travel mug is her REAL drink, likely a consistently-topped off iced screwdriver made with cheapo Popov-like vodka.
Oh we got a live one here folks...
EDIT 2: Okay, here's the scoop so far...
It's three days later: Sat., July 19th and my weeds needed to get done so while out there at 7:30 (really too damp but with "Feels Like" temps going to 107° again today, what'cha going to do?) I met her.
NoFu and her were on her porch since at least 6 when I checked the cams, sippin' "coffee?" and NoFu approached me and introduced me to my new neighbor. Her real name is Pam (but I kinda like May-May so...) and man, she's a lot older than she looks on camera. (Actually, that's exactly my reaction when meeting Doreen last fall. Damn, has it not even been a full year with this house?) She's from the Kansas City, MO area but she's familiar with Florida in that she has cousins in this county (but this'll be her first time living here...especially with hurricane season upon us). We joked a little about that (well, I did tell her about the gusts pushing Hulk incident) and NoFu gave a little opinion of the hood including his apparent feud with the guy in the house to the east of Vermont Guy. He say's he assaulted him, cops were called and they did nothing. He scoffs that he holes up in his house with his mail-order bride. (I could only envision Bob Spart from Pricilla, Queen of the Desert with his mail-order Asian bride that has that special crowd-pleasin' "talent." I'll have to name him Ping-Pong Bob.)
Well, I let the chit-chat die down as the sun was rising and I had my lawn to do too. I told her "See ya later." Little may she know the level of my Gladys Kravitz Syndrome and by that I really mean "See ya...always."