I need a shower...
-I was planning on staying with my buddy Dave this weekend in Pasadena. But Pasadena is kinda far from Hollywood. So after giving my friend from work a ride to his friends' house a couple blocks away from the club, he started bugging me about driving late. It was almost 4am, and he was worried about me getting tired. Sitting in the car, he convinced me to go inside, meet his friends, and then I could crash with him for the night in his guest room. I thought, "Cool... Guest room... Sounds posh..."
-So I parked on the street by his friends' place and went in. Good people. They made me some soup, which was random and awesome. We talked about film. And about some good bands. They pulled out a guitar, and I BARELY avoided embarrassing myself by singing at 5am. I passed the guitar off to my buddy Joe just in time... He is dating one of the girls who was there, and she was wooed. Perfect.
-Joe's girl Beatrice decided she was going to go back to Joe's place too. So when it came time for the three of us to leave, Beatrice convinced me to leave my car on the street and ride with her and Joe. We'd get my car later. I grabbed my bag, and asked Joe if I needed to grab my pillow or anything... He said, "No, man. We've got a guest room and you've got your own bed!" So I jumped in Beatrice's car, and we left.
-Bad move. The "guest room" turned out to be an extra bedroom that all the roommates just throw their random junk into. The light switch didn't work. Joe turned on a lamp in the far corner of the room. It illuminated a mountain bike, an empty 150-gallon aquarium, and a bunch of fancy curtain valances strewn about with a mess of other things...
-The "bed" was a bare mattress with exotic stains in all sorts of odd places. Joe couldn't find any sheets. But he managed to rustle up an old quilt with fist-sized holes in a couple spots. It smelled like a library book. There were pillows, but they had no cases, and were stained equally exotically... So I picked the pillow that smelled the least, pulled out one of my clean undershirts from my bag, and slid it onto the pillow for a makeshift case. I brushed my teeth, emptied my pockets into my shoes, took off my belt, and went to turn the light off.
-But the little rotating post-switch-thing on the lamp was broken. It wouldn't turn off. I thought about unplugging it from the power strip it was in, but then realized there was a switch on the power strip itself. So I clicked it off, realized I was lost in the dark in an unfamiliar room, stubbed my toe on a box (that I later learned contained one of the roommates' collection of mid-90s era magazines), and groped my way into bed with my clothes on. No way was I putting my skin on that scabby pad... I still feel dirty. I'm going to go shower again before work tonight...
-Lap of luxury, I tell ya...
Love and MacGuyver-ed Pillow Cases,
=FS
-I was planning on staying with my buddy Dave this weekend in Pasadena. But Pasadena is kinda far from Hollywood. So after giving my friend from work a ride to his friends' house a couple blocks away from the club, he started bugging me about driving late. It was almost 4am, and he was worried about me getting tired. Sitting in the car, he convinced me to go inside, meet his friends, and then I could crash with him for the night in his guest room. I thought, "Cool... Guest room... Sounds posh..."
-So I parked on the street by his friends' place and went in. Good people. They made me some soup, which was random and awesome. We talked about film. And about some good bands. They pulled out a guitar, and I BARELY avoided embarrassing myself by singing at 5am. I passed the guitar off to my buddy Joe just in time... He is dating one of the girls who was there, and she was wooed. Perfect.
-Joe's girl Beatrice decided she was going to go back to Joe's place too. So when it came time for the three of us to leave, Beatrice convinced me to leave my car on the street and ride with her and Joe. We'd get my car later. I grabbed my bag, and asked Joe if I needed to grab my pillow or anything... He said, "No, man. We've got a guest room and you've got your own bed!" So I jumped in Beatrice's car, and we left.
-Bad move. The "guest room" turned out to be an extra bedroom that all the roommates just throw their random junk into. The light switch didn't work. Joe turned on a lamp in the far corner of the room. It illuminated a mountain bike, an empty 150-gallon aquarium, and a bunch of fancy curtain valances strewn about with a mess of other things...
-The "bed" was a bare mattress with exotic stains in all sorts of odd places. Joe couldn't find any sheets. But he managed to rustle up an old quilt with fist-sized holes in a couple spots. It smelled like a library book. There were pillows, but they had no cases, and were stained equally exotically... So I picked the pillow that smelled the least, pulled out one of my clean undershirts from my bag, and slid it onto the pillow for a makeshift case. I brushed my teeth, emptied my pockets into my shoes, took off my belt, and went to turn the light off.
-But the little rotating post-switch-thing on the lamp was broken. It wouldn't turn off. I thought about unplugging it from the power strip it was in, but then realized there was a switch on the power strip itself. So I clicked it off, realized I was lost in the dark in an unfamiliar room, stubbed my toe on a box (that I later learned contained one of the roommates' collection of mid-90s era magazines), and groped my way into bed with my clothes on. No way was I putting my skin on that scabby pad... I still feel dirty. I'm going to go shower again before work tonight...
-Lap of luxury, I tell ya...
Love and MacGuyver-ed Pillow Cases,
=FS
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