Monday, April 18, 2005
Eras, Ended
My roommate moved out yesterday. Well, he’s moving out in phases—stuff occasionally disappears as though we’d been struck by very lazy robbers—but his mattress moved out yesterday, so I’m pretty much on my own. It’s sort of weird. I mean, I enjoy feeling like I can leave a glass out on the counter for more than five minutes without it being spirited off into the dishwasher, and it’s nice to know no one is going to eat all of my Doritos, but it’s weird not to have anyone around when I decide I want to order a whole mess of Chinese food or think of something hilarious to say about Sarah Jessica Parker’s bizarre facial expressions in those GAP commercials. I depend on the constant adulation of an audience, you know?
The two years we lived together were by and large good ones. I mean, sure, there were times when I wished he would have sex a little more quietly or leave slightly less shower water all over the bathroom floor, but we also had really great times, from the day we spent 20 hours straight playing The Legend of Zelda to the night we went crazy in Home Depot with the table saw. There’s something to be said for consistency in life, and no matter how I’ve felt about him, my roommate has always, well, been there.
Of course, it’s sort of hard to miss someone who’s moving half a block away. I can literally see his new place from the back porch of our current spot, meaning that a tin-can telephone line would not be entirely out of the question. And the roommate I have moving in at the end of August is the most awesome person ever—the other day she made me a cheeseburger and some awesome garlic mashed potatoes when I came home obliterated at three in the morning. So next year may be a fat year, but God knows it’s going to be a good one.
My roommate moved out yesterday. Well, he’s moving out in phases—stuff occasionally disappears as though we’d been struck by very lazy robbers—but his mattress moved out yesterday, so I’m pretty much on my own. It’s sort of weird. I mean, I enjoy feeling like I can leave a glass out on the counter for more than five minutes without it being spirited off into the dishwasher, and it’s nice to know no one is going to eat all of my Doritos, but it’s weird not to have anyone around when I decide I want to order a whole mess of Chinese food or think of something hilarious to say about Sarah Jessica Parker’s bizarre facial expressions in those GAP commercials. I depend on the constant adulation of an audience, you know?
The two years we lived together were by and large good ones. I mean, sure, there were times when I wished he would have sex a little more quietly or leave slightly less shower water all over the bathroom floor, but we also had really great times, from the day we spent 20 hours straight playing The Legend of Zelda to the night we went crazy in Home Depot with the table saw. There’s something to be said for consistency in life, and no matter how I’ve felt about him, my roommate has always, well, been there.
Of course, it’s sort of hard to miss someone who’s moving half a block away. I can literally see his new place from the back porch of our current spot, meaning that a tin-can telephone line would not be entirely out of the question. And the roommate I have moving in at the end of August is the most awesome person ever—the other day she made me a cheeseburger and some awesome garlic mashed potatoes when I came home obliterated at three in the morning. So next year may be a fat year, but God knows it’s going to be a good one.
