House Rules

The Unspoken Rules of Our Home in 19154

About a week after Desiree and I had moved in with BK, we were sitting on the couch watching TV, and he says to me, “So, you might not want to take a bath.”


“Well, the ceiling leaks over above the table downstairs because the water doesn’t drain quickly enough when you take a bath.”

And when was he planning to tell either of us…

“Well you both take showers anyway, but I figured I should give you a heads up.”

That’s just the beginning.  There are always rules.  School has rules.  Relationships have rules.  Parents have rules.  Life has rules.  Here are some of the house rules.

Our House Rules

Share the remote.  We get along fairly well when it comes to watching TV.  We can all agree on certain shows or movies like Knocked Up or Step Brothers.  An episode or two of the Office is always fair game, but if you’re a guy and you invite two girls from the 90’s to move in with you, Dawson’s Creek will pop up every now and then.  It is what it is.

Do your dishes, and rinse them off before placing them in the dishwasher.  It’s frustrating when the dishes pile higher and higher, and nobody claims ownership over any of them.  Sure, I will let a plate sit in the sink for a night, but eventually I’ll do my share.  I try to balance it out.  And on a sidenote, remember, the dishwasher isn’t a miracle worker.  If you had mint ice-cream with chocolate sauce, and your bowl is green and brown, rinse it out!  It takes ten extra seconds. Time it.

Respect each other’s limits, and praise each other’s accomplishments.  I don’t put the trash cans on the curb.  But I

In The Beginning

In The Beginning

bake, or at least I try to bake.  And I make ramen noodles at 3am after we all get home from the bar.  Desiree doesn’t clean the bathroom.  But she makes killer scrambled eggs.  And she took down all the Christmas decorations all on her own while BK was out and I was babysitting.  Lastly, BK doesn’t ever wash the blankets from the living room, and his pillows were flat when we moved in.  But he asks what we want when he does WAWA trips.  Oh, and he’s the one who takes care of the trash.

Communicate.  We’re roommates, we live together, we share everything.  If you live with someone and are forced to come home together, you have to talk.  It’s no fun to run and hide in your room.  You should want to spend time together.  If someone is bothering you, tell them.  Communication is key.

Make the memories worth remembering.  Stoop drinking.  Midnight pizza.  Drunk Jenga.  Roku.  Replacing the food that expired three years ago when we first moved in.  Not knowing what type of detergent to put in the dishwasher.  Passing out on the couch after a long night.  Nifty Fifty’s milkshakes… These are our memories.

I hope yours are just as good.


A Weekend to Remember

The year 2012 is quickly coming to a close, and living up to our roommate reputation, we are going out with a bang.  Each night this weekend was a different adventure, experience, event, whichever word you see fit, with our friends and the one and only cover band Fish Out of Water.

Friday was the Trappe Tavern, and Desiree and I made the full hour drive there without hesitation.  Amazing night, but unfortunately when driving home, a man decided to swerve into my lane and swipe my side mirror, shattering the glass.  Frustrating, annoying, and, yes, I was upset.  But… it could have been worse.  Life goes on, and why would I let one crummy moment ruin a perfectly awesome night?  That’s silly, and life’s too short to worry about things out of my control.

At Penguin's Pub

At Penguin’s Pub

As fun as Friday was, though, Saturday was that much better.  Fish Out of Water opened for our good old friends, The Rockets, at Penguin’s Pub.  Dancing the night away, nothing spectacular happened… But I laughed a lot.

It was a good night.

With our friend, Allee

With our friend, Allee

It was great, actually.

So while everyone bids farewell to 2012 and hopes for a better 2013, I’m doing okay.  We all go through ups and downs, but the ups keep us going.  This weekend was one of the better ones, another reminder of how fortunate I am, and why it’s fine to hope for the best for 2013, but to remember all the good from 2012, too.

Because, roommates, all our friends out there, we have some pretty fantastic memories.  From those times when we are screaming the lyrics to “American Girl” to ordering morning dinner at the diner.  Thanks.

Cheers to 2012, and see you soon…

Three’s Company


How It All Began

It happened like this…

This past Spring, my best friend, Desiree, (that girl you see on the right), and I, (the other girl in the picture), met up with BK, (the one with the hat), at McStew’s Irish Pub, a local bar, to watch a Flyers game.  That’s all it was supposed to be.

But I had been ready to move out of my house about, oh let’s say five years, and BK was looking for roommates.  So after a beer and a goal, Desiree and I both agreed to move into the two upstairs rooms in BK’s row home in the Northeast.


How We Met

Desiree and I had worked together for awhile, both being teachers, and after realizing we had a lot in common, started to hang out.  Our friendship was built upon, surprisingly enough, following a cover band around for a summer.  We had gone to a place called Brownies in Ardmore, and a singer handed us a card to come back out to Manayunk the next night and see them again.  They were The Rockets.  It was Desiree’s twenty-second birthday.   And, from that moment on, everything changed.

We were young, and we were, a little, crazy.  Tuesday nights, Desiree would rush to finish work before 4:00 so we could headDSCN0567 down to Sea Isle and see the acoustic Rocket show at La Costa then drive back home to the Philadelphia area that same night.  Each week, we would drive down the shore at least two nights, without hesitation, and usually wake up for work the night morning.  We thought nothing of driving down Memorial Day weekend, without a place to stay, and instead of finding a hotel after a show ended, driving around and taking pictures wherever we thought interesting around different shore points.

We lived off of five-hour energy drinks that summer.  Time was never a concern.  Midnight, two in the morning… It didn’t matter.  If we were awake and happy, why worry about the next morning?

All good things come to an end, and that is basically what happened with The Rockets.  We’ll still talk.  We can still see each other, and all is fine, but we needed something new.  Desiree came across this band – Fish Out of Water.  They looked like fun.

We gave them a shot. They were playing at Bailey’s, and we liked their songs, we liked their energy, their sense of humor.  It was a great fit from the beginning, and it would be just like us to meet the band our first night at a show.

And only five months later, we made that decision to move in with the guitarist.

That’s how it all began… Where we were, how we met…. And now you have the background.

But the best is coming up, because now we’ve lived together since May.  Something is always happening.  So sit back and enjoy the ride.