I had the best weekend ever. My roommates are awesome. Allison, Robbie and I did the following silly things:
1. Played “Never Have I Ever…” at our dining room table, drinking at 3:00 in the morning.
2. All slept together on Allison’s bed Friday night (Saturday morning).
3. All ate bagels together the next day at 1:30 in the afternoon, exclaiming over and over that we felt like we were on vacation.
4. Got all dressed up in semi-formal outfits and went out on a “date” to Shula’s 347 in Norfolk.
5. Made the best chicken ever for dinner last night.
6. Hung out on the couch last night watching Robbie do an interpretive dance to the song “Zorba the Greek.”
7. All watched “Desperate Housewives” last night in my room on my TiVo.
8. All got up at 5:00 this morning to say goodbye to Robbie, who is leaving for five weeks and who I just dropped off at the airport for his first flight ever.
An excerpt from this morning right before we left the apartment:
Robbie: “Do you need the bathroom?”
Lisa: “What?”
Robbie: “Do you–”
Lisa: “No.”
Robbie: “Okay, because I’m going to go puke as much as I can right now.”
Lisa: “WHAT?”
Robbie: “Just kidding.”
Allison: “How can you guys be so crazy at this hour?”
Lisa: “What?”
Allison: “Where’s Robbie?”
Lisa: “What? Hogging the bathroom again. Puking.”
Allison: “What?”
Lisa: “Just kidding.”
(You can tell we were all a little confused after three hours of sleep.)
A few minutes later, in the kitchen:
Allison: “Are you okay? Are you ready?”
Robbie: “No, I’m freakin’ out. Jump up and down with me, Allison, jump up and down!”
(Robbie and Allison jump up and down while Robbie says “freakin’ out, freakin’ out, freakin’ out” repeatedly.)
Allison: “Group hug!”
(Insert group hug here.)
Lisa: “Mustard is disgusting. Allison, will you put my lunch in my backpack?”
Allison: “In here?”
Lisa: “Yeah, in the big part.”
Allison: “It’s in the small part.”
Lisa: “NO! In the big part. Put it in the big part!”
Allison: “Do you use this bag every day?”
Lisa: “Yeah, I feel like I’m in fourth grade–‘Put it in the big part.’ Why, what’s the problem? Do I look like I’m going on a motorcycle trip?”
Allison: “Yeah, something like that.”
(Robbie is still jumping up and down.)
Lisa: “Okay, let’s go. Are you ready? Let’s go.”
Robbie: “Okay Ms. Allison, I’ll see you in five weeks. Five weeks. Let’s go.”
(Robbie and Lisa exit the apartment.)
Lisa: “That is an awesome bag.”
Robbie: “It’s old.”
Lisa: “It’s sweet.”
Robbie: “Yeah, it’s pretty cool.”
Lisa: “No, no. It’s sick.”
Robbie: “It’s hot.”
Lisa: “Don’t drop it.”
I took Robbie to the airport and on the way there, it became apparent that being in the car with me at 6:00 a.m. is probably much scarier than being on a plane. We got his bags all checked and printed out his boarding pass, and Robbie got on his plane without freaking out too much. His flight took off at 7:37 a.m. We’ll definitely miss him while he’s gone for five weeks.
