party house

When I was in second year University, I lived in a party house.

There were 7 of us- 5 girls, two boys. And a very neglected puppy for a short period of time.

The puppy was chosen- as a chick magnet for the boys we lived with- and they went to football games and classes and the park with that little dog- because according to one of them “chicks can’t resist a guy with a puppy”

This dog did not fit very well into our busy and juvenile lifestyles and the boys kept it in their main floor  bathroom when they were at class. This same bathroom they never cleaned and I think may have had 6 weeks of whisker stubble in the sink.

We should have worried when we got a gift of a cookbook from one of the boys’ moms addressed only to the girls of the house. We were not about to cook or clean up after them. We had enough trouble doing that for ourselves. There were girls who wore curlers and baked casseroles at University but I didn’t know any of them.

My parents came to take me out for brunch for my birthday and my mom would not come in the house after she saw the bathroom. I found her in the car – seat reclined. I think she was traumatized but I am not sure we needed smelling salts to revive her.

It is also true there was a guy named “Snake” passed out on our couch with nothing on but a bright yellow rain slicker. He may have been with us as long as the puppy.

We laugh about this story now but I thought about it just before going to my daughter’s first apartment. I thought I need to remember how I lived and what I thought was good, great or even brilliant. I took a deep breath and walked in………

come over here to my other blog for our journey into the ‘first apartment’  where I had to be the adult again, damn it.

5 thoughts on “party house

  1. OMG TOO FUNNY! I’m certin Snake also passed out on our couch at some point. That is very funny. Want to know who your roommates were.

    Great story.
    Ox
    Sue

  2. OMG! what a howl! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this…I don’t think our kids realize how crazy our generation was, is, etc…oh! to be young again….those where the good days…

    • I know, right? I think the best way to live is to remember and the best way to parent is also to remember.

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