1. What is your worst/baddest/weirdest roommate story.
My first college roommate, Dan, was such a nerdy, annoying putz. The arrangment only lasted about a semester when he eventually fled. He was an Air Force ROTC dweeb and worked at Target on weekends and had this odd propensity for a. Brining a lot of food – snakcks and soda from target – and cramming them in his closet and then counting them all the time whenever he returned to his room to make sure no ate anything. b. He was a tee-totaller, which in a dorm, in Boulder in 1982 was nearly hypocracy. Our floor mates despised, probably more than me. He would get physically angyr (shaking and sweating) at the smallest crack in his anally retentive protective bubble. I worry that if he stayed with the Air Force and indeed became an officer, his airmen would have killed him in combat. He was that bad. So very much on the edge.
2. How much is too much for a haircut? And how much is too little?
I am a hair cut cheap skate. Hell, I can’t even seem to get organized enough to get to the barber at least once a month. With that said, I woud say I generally pay about $12.00 for a haircut. $6.00 is too little. You will probably find yourself missing some ear.
3. When opening a bag of chips are you careful and precise or do you tear right into it. Are there any left to store for later?
I am fairly precise, opening along the top or using scissors. There are always some left and I end up sealing up the bag for more hot chip action later.
4. Ever take musical instrument lessons as a kid? What did you play? Still remember how? Should we get the band back together, man?
Lessons: The organ (??? Mom? What were you thinking?) In high school and middle school I played the saxaphone. I can still remember some keyboard chords and I think I could still play a basic scale on the sax.
5. What is your most memorable drunken experience?
Two words: Cruise Room – Ed can tell this story perhaps, although he was the drunk one and I was just batting clean up, literally. In the army, the best story was when me and my drunken cohorts (I always seem to travel in packs of drunken cohorts) got our CJ& Jeep stuck in the mud and had to use the phone and ended up crashing a very nice wedding as we wandered, drunk plastered in mud, through the reception to get to a phone on the other side of a lobby of this fancy Stuttgart hotel.
1. I have very little roommate experience—I’ve lived solo much of my adult life. My senior year in college, however, I did have a roommate who began to copy my jokes, mannerisms and persona. It was very Jennifer Jason Leigh. We were friends at the beginning of the semester, and by Thanksgiving, we no longer spoke to each other. He moved out shortly thereafter, enabling me to once again live alone.
2. $50 is probably where I draw the line on a haircut, as thatÂ’s a lot for a half hour of work. Too little? Less than $30 is probably too little.
3. Not a big chip guy. I prefer chips that come in the can (which I guess technically are “crisps). Leftovers? Unless I’m completely loaded, of course there are leftovers.
4. I played the trombone for about six or seven years. I was never a good musician—while techincally competent, there was absolutely no artistry to my playing. I doubt I could play one today if I had to. But get the band back together? Hell yes. I’ll play the tambourine and triangle this time around. I’ll focus my attentions on hip-shaking and looking damned good.
5. My most memorable drunken experience? That’s like asking Picasso, “Hey Pablo! Which of your paintings is the best?” Here’s a good one. . . . .Fourth of July weekend, 1997 RW, myself, and a cast of characters had spent a lovely four-day weekend boozing. About 3:30 in the morning, myself and this tagalong named Jack decided to go get some breakfast and began strolling the 15 blocks or so down 12 th Avenue towards the Greek Diner District. At some point, walking down the middle of the street, my sense of equilibrium escaped me, and I came to a dead halt, and fell face first onto the pavement. All I remember is the delightful free fall, followed by the sound of teeth gnashing and the clunk of my jawbone hitting the asphalt. After the shock wore off, I had one of the lowest moments of my drinking career as I asked Jack, “Could you please roll me over and tell me if I’ve lost any teeth?” “Let’s see,” he mused, stroking his chin while kicking me onto my back. “Nah—you’re fine. It’s just a digger. Get your ass up. I’m hungry.” And that my friends, is the story about how Eddie got that nasty scar on his chin that he keeps hidden with his goatee.
1. My first semester of college I attended UNC in Greeley. My Roommatets girl friend moved into the dorm two weeks after school started, sadly we had bunk beds, and well, GROSS
2. I have no idea, i usually side with anything under $20 is fine.
3. Tear that sucker open. Left over? what’s that?
4. In sixth – 12th grade I played the trumpet. And no, no band. There’s a reason I no longer play.
5. Last May when Edward and I were arrested…….
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or link below. I’ll get it right one of these times.
1) Otay so, if you’ve a weak stomach, skip ahead… At the tender age of 19, I lived in a duplex with 4 roommates (1 straight girl, 3 raging homos). One of the homos was filthy & into kink. Alas, he bought one of those squirming dildos that suctioned to a surface & whilst trying to pleasure himself, tore his anus. Trying not a smirk or guffaw, I drove him to the emergency room in his Yugo. I presume he’s fine by now.
2) I love cheap haircuts & free is even better (hence why I’ve an affinity for shaving my own head).
3) I try to be careful now as I’ve sprayed them all over a kitchen in the past. There are typically leftovers to go stale.
4) I played piano, guitar & saxophone. I remember some piano, less guitar & no saxophone. I preferred my voice since I didn’t have to carry anything.
5) ET’s first date. We were going to be friends only but after a bottle of vodka, we were both swinging from the ceiling fan back at my place.
1. I, too, had a Single White Female roommate experience. Her name was Melanie, she was from North Dakota and hadn’t ever partied until she met me. Oopsie. It was fun devolving her morals, until she started copying me, stealing my clothes, affecting my mannerisms and trying to steal my friends. Out she went.
2. Thanks to the multi-talented (not to mention HOT) Mr. Robert Kelly, I pay red wine for haircuts.
3. I have to stay away from chips. Honestly, I just can’t be trusted around them. Especially salt & vinegar ones.
4. I had a promising future playing the xylophone until the music teacher curbed the fun and made us all learn the recorder. Needless to say, that stunted my musical aspirations for life. (although I do own a gorgeous vintage Vox bass)
5. My *last* memorable drunken experience would have to be 3 days of drunkeness in Vegas with Reid. We were pretty much loaded from stem to stern.