Food seems to be the topic of a lot of people's blogs lately. I'm still struggling to find my niche and I know it won't be about food because I just simply don't know enough. If you looked in my fridge right now I wouldn't even be able to throw together a complete meal. You could have mayo mixed with activia yogurt and some olives cut up into it. When it comes to the freezer...it's straight up ice and alcohol and there is literally nothing in our cupboards but eating utensils.
The only thing it really does for my roommate and I is prevent us from eating when we're not really hungry. If we're really hungry we'll venture home or out to eat...some times one of us will venture out to one of our homes and bring home some rations...popcorn...apples...yogurt and the occasional plate of food.
I recall so many times coming home from the bars (which are conveniently placed only two or three blocks away) LP and I devoured a big caesar salad with our hands...and there are of course the nights where we went as far as to prepare things for ourselves...probably not a good idea after drinking considering we use ovens, microwaves and knifes.
I used to live in a house with 5 other girls. It got a little hectic every now and then but, one of my favorite quotes of all time came from a long night of drinking and we just got home from a party...
Upstairs Roomie K 1 slurring: Someone....boil some...water...
Basement Roomie C: Why?
URK1: Just in case...someone has..a ..baby.
BCR: K no one is going to have a baby!
URK1: Then lets make buttered noodles!
Amen sister.
There were two rooms upstairs, a kitchen, bathroom, living room and an attic then in the basement was a laundry room (that was peed in...then a couple weeks later a guy passed out on the floor in there thinking it was a bedroom...wrong.) another kitchen, a small bedroom (mine...it smell weird and was always cold...seemed to also be a breeding area for spiders) then off of the kitchen was another bedroom which was connected to another bedroom which was connected to our bathroom. So every time I had to pee...I had to walk through two people's room and disturb them sleeping, crying (which wasn't weird in our house), studying or changing...fun! I think the best part of our house was all the parties we had...I remember agreeing with all the girls that 'We are not going to have a party house! This'll be great! We're going to love it!' Hugs, kisses, kittens and roses! We were all wrong of course but, at the same time I wouldn't trade living with those girls in that house for anything.
Here's a fun list of things that happened while living in the beloved house
-railings ripped off our wall
-falling down the basement stairs
-someone passing out in a pee stained laundry room
-electricity randomly going out
-heat randomly turning off in the dead. of. winter. and our landlords refusing to send someone...God Bless 'em
-finding a street sign in our backyard by the same boy who pulled off our railing, peed in the laundry room, put a burning pumpkin on our front doorstep and started several million fights (both physical and yelling matches) and took money from my room then later texted me "thanks for the money"
-waking up finding puke on one of our couches
-finding several bikes and chairs in our garage that didn't belong to any of us...
-girl fights...guy fights...girl fights...and more girl...fights
-Two Ryans fighting and another Ryan trying to break the fight up while a whole jar of Ragu gets knocked over and goes all over the place...
-Getting a black eye
-finding remnants of feces left in the bathroom...and random underwear...
-cops busting our last party before we all went home and URK1 using her fake i.d. to get out of it...Bravo Moorhead cops...and so much more...
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