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FEBRUARIUM DAY 4
Day Four, February 13: Where you've loved.
It's the sex entry. Bonus points if you make it funny for the rest of us.
The best thing I could come up with for "Where" is a story that I still joke about with my friend K.
First, some background: When I was 20-22, I lived in this building in my hometown called the 0ddfellow's building. I think they're some Mas0nic offshoot or something, but at any rate, I lived there because the rent was dirt-cheap ($175 a month!). Sure, it was technically just a big room (studio, right?) on the third floor (no elevator) with a sink in it, but sometimes I still wish I were there. It was the first place I ever lived that felt like 'home' outside of my parents' house. The biggest drawback? Sharing two bathrooms and a 'shower room' with a whole floor of people. One shower stall. Two toilets. Enough said.
There was a group of us that lived there, all about the same age, and all friends, and basically it is what I imagine living in a dorm would have been like. Most of us were students, and a few others and I were also working full time. We took an odd comfort in knowing that we had our own space, but if we got lonely, we could walk next door or down the hall and have some company. We were also pretty poor at the time, but there was always a beer or some Boone's or Zima to be had (SHUT UP. Beer tasted gross when I was 20.) and we'd go to brunch on Sunday as a group. It was good times. Good times.
At brunch we'd all sort of hash over what we did over the weekend, recounting funny stories, gossiping, and usually one of us had done something (or someone) that they weren't especially proud of, and assed out in some way. Hey, we were all learning about life and love and how much tequila is enough. So we'd tease mercilessly, but in a completely bonding, get-it-out-in-the-open-and-learn-from-each-other's-mistakes kind of way. But I digress.
So, this building was built in the 1920s, all slat and plaster and cool architectural details, and while the walls weren't paper-thin, you could still tell when someone had their stereo turned up a bit.
I had dumped the Bitch-loser-skater the month before, and was dating this guy, X. I lived next to my friend KD, and she would do movie nights on occasion.
Well, on one of these nights, she showed Return of the Jedi, I think, and there were about 15 of us crammed into her apartment. X and I weren't really into watching the movie, so we left and went to my 'place’ all 10 feet away. We did what any new 21/ 20 year old couple would do on a weekend night.
You're going to make me say it, aren't you?
...
Yeah, so we were going at it, and you know, I had been with the Bitch for, like, 3 years, so being with someone new was awesome and fun and different, and I was enjoying it. Immensely.
And then the phone rang.
I know, I know, don't answer it right?
So I, like a complete idiot, answered it (mid-copulation), and K, laughing, says, "Um, could you guys, uh, keep it down?"
And even before she could hang up the phone, from the apartment next door, I hear the loudest roar of laughter from 15 of my closest friends.
Brunch was interesting the next day.
4:07 p.m. - 2005-02-13
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