Tales from 308

I really really love my roommates. I think that sometimes there is a divide between high school and adulthood that just can't be traversed by old friends. Either you want to hang on to what you had so you're stuck in this strange state of high school reminiscing, or you just don't have anything in common. Honestly, I just don't have a lot in common with some of my high school friends anymore. I will always love them and the memories we share, but the truth is we just don't have anything tangible in the present.

{High School friends...my roommates far left and center front.}

Well, I have been blessed with my roommates, two of my closest friends with whom I have navigated that awkward transition from high school friends to college friends to "real life adult" friends. We went off and led different lives during college, but we were always able to come back together and have a blast, and most importantly move forward. Sure, we occasionally get out the yearbook and laugh, but we have way more to talk about in the here and now. We have different experiences and stories to bring to the table since we have done a lot of separate things, but we are building fun traditions and new stories together too.

Anyway, that was a long intro just to say, the new apartment situation is going well. I greatly enjoy the fun hang out times with my roommates. I just love the laughter and the silly times we share.

A few anecdotes...

My roommate J. Gibbs is one of the most hilarious people I've ever met. She's also insanely fashionable and works at Nodstroms but I don't want to talk about that. But it's all good because she dressed me whenever we go out. Literally, I stand her in front of my closet and say "go."

{Us in 2006.}

We are particularly on the same page as me when it comes to food. As in, our desire to eat it all. the. time. One morning when we were both off of work we were lazing around in front of the tv and she had made several comments about not knowing what to have for breakfast. Finally, she looks over at me and says:

"Kate, can't you please just suggest we go out to breakfast?!"

I love that she asked me to ask her rather than just asking...because so often I am hoping one of them is on the same page as me and will bring up food instead. I just couldn't stop laughing at her segue.

Then, a few nights ago, we were both home late from work and hungry. J. Gibbs said she'd thought about going through a drive through but was trying to cut back on the fast food. We sat silently for a few minutes and finally I said,

"But like, can we just go eat tacos?"

We were in the car 3 minutes later.

My roommate Elise is actually my oldest continual best friend in Colorado. The three of us went to high school together but Elise and J. Gibbs weren't really friends until college years when I had the three of us hang out together on holidays. Well, anyway, Elise and I have many many many inside jokes and we're pretty much always being ridiculous together.

{Us in 2003...? I think?}

Yesterday, she was put out because J. Gibbs hadn't ever texted her although she left a note asking her if she could let Elise's dog out and asked her to verify. We had a long discussion about whether or not J. Gibbs had even been in the apartment that day (We thought she had been sleeping in when we both left early for work, hence Elise leaving a note.) Elise decided she had never come home the night before at all and that explained her inexplicable inconsideration of the note. But I knew she HAD come back...I saw the light come on around 1 am. Plus, things in our shared bathroom had moved. We argued (not seriously) for a bit and once we settled that she MUST have been home at some point and thus been around to see the note...but she would never just ignore us or leave Elise's dog out, etc. Unless... a new horrifying thought entered our minds...

Was J. Gibbs still in her room? Had she in fact just never come out at all? Had something horrible happened? We had already tried her cell several times. It was straight out of a scary movie as Elise and I looked at one another, then to J. Gibbs door. We walked slowly towards it saying "oh my gosh, I'm scared," and "you open it!" and "what are we going to find?!" We were imagining the worst. My hand was on the doorknob, both of us trying to gather our nerve when...my phone rang. I literally yelled "Please be J. Gibbs!" as I ran over to it, and thank God, it was. Of course, I was doubled over in laughter when I tried to answer, both Elise and I so relieved that J. Gibbs wasn't lying dead in her bed.

(Turns out she HAD come home the night before but left far before either Elise or I were up for work to go snowboarding. Ohhhhh.)

So that's a bit about my roommates. And how we laugh. About silly silly things. More tales to come.

{I'm sure they'd rather me choose a more glamorous "current" shot, but we took a bunch of silly retro cam pics on my birthday and they make me laugh. We had an "aim" for each photo (hipster, emo, sorority, etc.) but I think they got different messages on this one. Either way, makes me laugh!}