I'm back at school, and with over two weeks until classes begin, I'm finding plenty of time to indulge in my vices. At least one of them.
I drove down Thursday, and I picked out my room. I'm on the top floor, with picture windows and an awesome view of the capital. Below me is the apartment model, which means I don't have to worry about spontaneous dance parties or jumping up and down with glee that Bush's approval rating have gone down again. Unfortunately, being on the top floor of the building, on the east side, with huge picture windows, is that by 7:30 in the morning my room is brighter than an overachieving Asian.
I'm unpacking, putting up posters and setting up my tv (new from my birthday) and my new laptop (so sexy!) and as I plugged in my tv, I blew a fuse. Within ten minutes of being in my new place, I was stuck without electricity. I was not pleased. I made the necessary phone calls, and found out that the guy with the key to the fuse box lives out of town, and it would take until about 9 that night for him to get into town and flip the little switch. I'd just have to wait until then.
I started calling people I knew were in town already, trying both to find something to do and find someone to take all the refrigerated goods my parents bought me before they dropped me off. I called my new best friend the Republican, who dates one of my roommates from sophomore year and we both really like judging people. I left a message, and she called back a few minutes later to tell me that she had just broken up with her boyfriend, with whom she was staying until school started because her lease didn't start until September 1st. I didn't find a place for my milk and yogurt, but I did get drafted to drink until we blamed all of the world's problems on the Jews. Unfortunately, her ex is a Jew from New York who kept kosher, so instead of being topical and clever it sounded kind of anti-semitic.
We went out drinking, and had a good time at a dueling pianos bar. We had started drinking around 7 because she needed to get her mind off of things, so by 9 we were those loud people at the front who really got into it while everyone else was still on their first or second drink.
Around midnight, as we were about to leave to go to another bar, who should show up but her ex, hanging out with some people he didn't really like but he often used their car. It was incredibly awkward, but at least he was hanging out with people he didn't like and appeared to not be having a good time. That always helps. Then we went out and ordered bacon-cheeseburgers, because that is how she spites her kosher exboyfriend.
The next day, we repeat. I spend the day unpacking, putting away dvds and futzing with the shower, she calls, and we go out drinking until we blame all of the wars on the Jews. Repeat for Saturday night.
Sunday night began the same way, but all night her ex was calling her and leaving really sad, apologetic voicemails. I leave for like, two minutes to go to the bathroom, and when I return, she's outside, having a cigarette and talking to him. She comes back inside and says "I think we're back together."
Now, it's not that they're a bad couple. I don't particularly like him, but he is a good boyfriend. It's just that the story of their breakup is so wonderful, and I wish they would have stayed broken up if only for the story.
The fight that lead to the breakup started at a welcome back party, everyone was kind of drunk. Somehow, they were talking about how they never really see the constellations anymore. The Republican mentions how that she always sees the big dipper on her way home from the bars, over the lake. No one believes her, and start making fun of her for not knowing where the big dipper is. She storms out and goes and finds the constellation, over the lake, and comes back and rubs it in everyone's face. Later that night, it escalates into "You should have trusted me" and "Why do you take everything so seriously?"
The next day, they break up. Three days later they get back together, but still. They broke up over astronomy. That's so wonderful.
Two weeks of drinking, casual sex (for the first time in my life, I can host!) and all you can eat chinese buffet until school starts. Life is good.
