Last night was Roommate Christmas. Roommate Christmas involves lots of Indian food and lots of wine. We sat around drinking and giving each other presents, said goodbye for the holidays and passed out. Zoe left this morning at 4am, tiptoeing out the door with her 47 suitcases.
At 7, I rolled out of bed, head pounding, called Zoe at the airport to say goodbye one more time and for reasons unknown, looked out the front door window.
There, like a big Christmas present, was a hobo sitting on my front stairs, apparently asleep. I’ve lived in the ghetto for almost 5 years, and this has never happened before.
You’ve got to love this magical season. Mere hours after my beloved roommate leaves for the holidays, another one miraculously appears on my doorstep…