S Party

Last night, Sarah’s hipster/poser boyfriend and his roommates threw an S party–guests were only admitted if they dressed up as something that started with the letter S.

My roommates and I are suckers for themed parties, so we threw together some silly costumes and headed to his house. In spite of the hipster music that is so weird that you can’t dance to it, I did have fun just hanging out with the Sara(h)s outside of our apartment. Some of Jason’s friends were pretty funny, so it was actually entertaining to talk to them while Sarah left us to be with Jason.

As the night was winding down, Sara and I meandered into the kitchen to check up on Sarah. We found her smoking a joint with Jason up against the kitchen counter, which was fine… until she fainted. This happens every time she is crossfaded, so clearly Sarah does not react well to the weed+alcohol combination but she continues to do it anyway.

After she had collapsed onto the floor, Jason, her adoring boyfriend, just stood there… staring at her. Sara and I were like, what the hell is he doing?! We didn’t know what to do to help her, but Jason is a huge pothead and should’ve been all over it. Of course, he didn’t bother to help her at all. His roommate had to jump in and help us pick her up, offering her water and some bread.

I couldn’t believe it. Here are some S words that come to mind when I think of Jason:

Sleazeball. Skeeze.  Slacker. Senseless. Surly. Slimy. [Full of] Shit.

Sorry. I tried.

Wednesdays

Wednesday is my least favorite day of the week, next to Monday. Probably because Monday and Tuesday took forever and a half to get through, and yet the weekend is the same amount of time away.

It could also be due to the fact that Thursday is trash day, so on Wednesday nights I have to be the responsible (aka nagging bitch, according to the Sara(h)s) one and make sure everyone takes out the trash and the recycling.

Oddly enough, ever since Sarah and Jason got back together, she has been staying over at his place every Wednesday night, leaving the rest of us to empty her trash cans.

The best part is that I always find paper and water bottles mixed in with her trash–so much for being a conservationist.

Heroes & Villains

This weekend my roommates and I threw a Heroes & Villains themed party. It was a ton of fun moving all the furniture around, setting up drinks, and making a guest list. We all came up with really cute costumes and made sure that our guests came dressed up as well. With the typical iPod hooked up to a college student’s stereo system, we provided an awesome dance floor in the living room with easy access to red plastic cups  in the kitchen.

Unfortunately, after about 50 people showed up to our small place and overflowed into the yard, some neighbor called the police and our party was shut down barely after 1 AM. No one wanted to be around a busted party, so the crowd thinned out save our closer friends.

My group of friends and I were just hanging out in the kitchen when I heard someone retch on the other side. I turned around to see Sarah’s friend Paul heaving over our extra large trash bin, throwing up the extra shots Alan had convinced him to take.

“Hey, guys, why don’t you go hang out in the living room while I take care of him?” I suggested to the friends I had been chatting with.

I turned to Paul, “Let me get you some water, hon.”

Sarah walked into the kitchen with Jason (what the hell the kid was doing here after breaking up with her is another story) and asked rather rhetorically, “Are you okay, Paul?”

When he was unable to answer, she put a semi-sympathetic look on her face but correctly assessed the situation–someone else was handling it–so she left. 30 minutes later, Paul was only able to sit up with Alan’s support but still couldn’t open his eyes fully.

“Paul, you shouldn’t walk home tonight. I’m sure you can stay on our futon,” I offered. Victoria’s friend had donated a futon to our house, but it didn’t fit anywhere except Sarah’s over-sized room so we left it there for her to throw her massive warddrobe on.

“Sarah, would it be cool if Paul stayed on the futon in your room tonight? I don’t think he is okay to walk home….”

“Um, actually, Jason is going to stay over tonight so…” Sarah hesitated.

“What? Jason can stay over tomorrow night, can’t he? Paul is your friend and he can’t get home!”

“I’m sure he’s fine. He just needs to sober up some more,” she said dismissively.

” I know you want Jason to sleep here tonight but I think Paul needs it more. Otherwise I guess we can put him out on the couch,” I tried to convince her again.

“Yeah, put him on the couch or something,” Sarah huffed. “Well, if you don’t need anything, I’m going to bed.” She turned around and went into her room with Jason.

I couldn’t believe it. Paul is Sarah’s friend. Jason broke up with Sarah and is now back for booty. And she picked that little shit over her friend? Glad to know where her loyalties lie.

The Evidence Says I’m the Best Dinner Date Ever

I had been raving about the desserts and live jazz at a French cafe in the city for some time, and I had really wanted to take the Sara(h)s because they both are francophiles. This week, Sarah couldn’t make it for some reason (probably hanging out with her crappy non-boyfriend Jason) so Sara and I went by ourselves.

Of course, Sarah flipped out over the fact that we had decided to go without her. I’m sure that meant that she loved going out to dinner alone with me a few days prior so much because I’m the best date ever, not that she’s self-centered and believes no one should be allowed to go anywhere without her… right?

No Two Week Notice

So I’m not sure whether anyone would be surprised to hear this–Jason broke up with Sarah today. Yes, after having asked her out just over two weeks ago. Sarah, of course, is heartbroken since she has been pining after this kid for over half a year now. We have no idea why he broke up with her, just something about “not being ready” or some other typical guy reason. The poor girl was so upset today that I decided to take her out.

One of my co-workers recommended this restaurant in the city, so I called to make reservations for a late dinner. Sarah and I decided that even though it’s October, we’d put on our dresses and heels and head out. Dinner was fabulous! I usually don’t mind spending a little more than average on a nice meal though I feel bad when I encourage others to do the same… but considering how much Sarah spends on her clothes, this wasn’t too big of a deal I don’t think. We splurged on three courses and drinks, and it was so, so worth it.

Sarah had such a good time that she even asked our incredible waiter to take photos for us, and her stride to the door had a definite bounce in it.

“Hey, Roommate,” Sarah said on the way home, “thanks for taking me out tonight. I really needed it.”

It feels really nice to be able to make my roommate happy, especially since whatever I do is hardly ever good enough for her.  Hopefully this was genuine happiness and not just her vulnerability talking.