When I got home, I enjoyed a brief respite from the usual chaos, as all three of my roommates appeared to be engaged elsewhere. At times I'm astounded by the group of people we've collected: the dominatrix, the art student, the union worker, the web programmer. It sounds like the cast to some wacky new comedy on UPN or the WB.
The art student is dating the dominatrix. The latter moved to New York to bask in the brilliance of the former's personality. The union worker sleeps in the living room, in a pseudo-room with walls constructed of bookshelves. I (the web programmer) occupy the room with windows; I rule a kingdom of down comforters.
I have proved true to my convictions. Granted, I had very little say as to whether or not this occurred. However, Brigid called during her long journey home. Announced that she was bringing home a bottle of Jack.
I was pleased.
I have spent a night engaged in wholely pleasurable pursuits. I have watched figure skating. I saw Tim Goebel win a bronze medal. I have drunk Jack Daniels. I have bleached and then subsequently dyed my friend's hair bright purple. I have eaten from the wellspring of English cuisine (oxymoronic as it may be). And now I am on my way out.
I spend an evening with the more adventurous of my roommates.
There will be reports in the morning.
Maigera is my favorite person in the world right now. I wish that she were here so I could tell her in person how pretty she is.