My roommate and I do everything together. It's sort of a running joke that we're a better couple than most actual couples. Usually there exists the assumption that if we leave the house together it's more than likely we'll return together.
Last night I tried to resist this trend, proving that when I move to Indiana I'll be totally capable of living without her. We left together for Justin and Emma's party, but when I wasn't feeling well I returned early, leaving her at the party. Alas. Now I have some real fears about my inability to function independently -- As soon as I reached the door to my apartment after the 1 hour 15 minute train ride (and no sooner), I realized I'd left my keys on my dresser. We'd used my roommate's to lock up behind us when we left. At the same time that I came to this realization (1:09 am), I received a phone call from Emma explaining that my roommate was too drunk to come home and was going to stay there. Sadly this prompted Emma and her friends to bring my roommate drunkenly home in an $80 round trip cab ride just so I could enter my apartment. And my roommate really should have stayed put. Twas one of her drunker nights.
I did finally make it inside my apartment just after 2am. And I totally made friends with my neighbor while I was waiting outside for the arrival of the keys (and my friends). So there were some bright sides. And my roommie got home safe, of course :)
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That's true. There were sides. Some brighter than others of course.
ReplyDeleteBut Kelsey, as she always seems to do, found herself with the lights off on her side. You know, cause she's a crazy person.