Introducing ... TRIXIE
Let's talk about her for a moment, shall we? She is the best roommate I've ever had, even surpassing LeeMarie, my old roommate in Florida. LeeMarie was just as neat and quiet as she promised me she'd be, and the only reason Trixie is a better roommate is because we're not just roommates, we're friends. We'll pause now while everyone dabs at the tears in their eyes.
Trixie is an attorney. Trixie is divorced - she was married for four years, and her husband cheated on her for three, so when she found out she dumped his sorry ass. Her ex-husband has not told his family (in India, have I mentioned Trixie is Indian?) that he is divorced. Trixie is an extrovert, but sensitive to my introvert-ness and has told me to let her know when she's being over-bearing (I never have the heart to though). Trixie has a car. Trixie is Indian, and has lots of Indian friends, who have names I have a hard time remembering. She does not mind when I get their names wrong at all. Trixie took me to Ikea for the very first time in my entire life (I didn't buy anything). Trixie and I go to brunch on the weekends and sit around talking on weeknights. It is lovely to have such a wonderful roommate and friend. We pause now for you to roll your eyes while you puke.
Trixie has told me I should start a blog (heh). She thinks I'm funny, and should write a book or have a tv show. When people come over, we try to get them to sit in my papasan chair to see if they'll fall over. We want to take a picture of each person who falls and put it up on the wall behind the chair. You can see why I like Trixie. She's cool like the other side of the pillow.
Every Saturday night one of her best friends comes over and the three of us spend hours talking about nothing. Tonight I wandered over to Trixie's bedroom while cooking dinner. "Do you smell ... cigarette smoke when you stand outside the kitchen (near our front door)?" She does. It's disgusting. We all have balconies - why aren't people smoking there, instead of in the hallways? I told Trixie, "If I could keep you as a roommate, I'd move when this lease is up without another thought." Her head jerked up. "Where do you want to go?" I shrugged. "Anywhere that's less than a half hour from work and allows dogs," I said. Trixie nodded. She's not entirely happy here either. So it's agreed - we're going to start looking for a new place around Thanksgiving. A new place that allows dogs, with more closets, and a parking spot. Good luck to us. I didn't really want to move again just a year after moving here, but this place simply sucks. The size is great, the location is good, but nothing is taken care of the way we want.
Tonight, with So You Think You Can Dance in the background, Trixie and I played volleyball in the living room while we watched tv and talked. Our next place will be a loft, and we will get a basketball net, and have a total bachelor pad. With flowers. And dainty decorative bowls filled with jelly beans, like we have now.