At first I was a little up in the air about going to Rocking the Daisies or not. Now that my weekend is coming to a close, I could not be happier I decided not to go.
After a long week and a very tiring Friday, I had the house to myself for the evening, and therefore took full advantage of being able to comfortably unwind in my own house. I turned on some Frank Sinatra, opened a bottle of wine, and cooked some dinner. Salad, so not really cooking, but I'm definitely perfecting my salad making skills. Once dinner was underway, my housemate, Joe, came home after an improvised six hour hike. He was exhausted, but so excited to tell me about how he spent his day it was absolutely precious. If there was one housemate I would choose to spend a weekend hanging out with and getting to know, it'd be Joe. The fellow midwesterner and I traveled together for spring break, from which I can definitely say I have a much better relationship with him than I do with my other housemates. We had a really nice night just sitting at the kitchen table telling stories and learning about each other's lives.
Out of nowhere I heard tapping on the kitchen window. Another housemate, Kate, decided to leave the music festival, and practically hitch hike home with another kid on the program. Apparently the group she went with wasn't exactly the most responsible and once they got separated, there was no way to recover. The poor thing was shivering, very upset, and very disappointed. Can't say I didn't predict something like that was going to happen.
With nine of the thirteen Malleson residents gone, our house was really quiet on Saturday and so enjoyable. After a relaxed morning making eggs together, three of us spent the afternoon in the library. To announce that the library was closing, the staff member said over the intercom, "The library will be closing in twenty minutes. If you are not going clubbing, you can relocate to (some other area) until seven PM". Classic Cape Town.
With no inclination to go out, the four of us (except for Joe) opened up our various alcoholic beverages of choice, moved every space heater into the living room, and just hung out. One thing about my housemates is they are all very opinionated about their music. And all who insist on making the entire house negatively benefit from the horrible noise do not realize that not everyone wants to listen to, well, crap. I brought my computer down and had my housemates pan through their favorites, from the classics of the 90s, to some Simon & Garfunkel, and a little Dave Matthews Band, and all in between, it was a very nice environment to just relax and chat in. Probably the best time I've had with housemates in a very long time. By about 2AM, we called it a night.
Considering the amount of kitchen space to my availability with nine people gone, I decided to make french toast for the housemates. Perfecting my cooking skills slowly but surely. Did a bit of school work, hit the gym, then came home.
When I got in, everyone was rolling in from Rocking the Daisies and rolling off the various drugs that had been taken. Basically everyone was laying around, depressed, bitter, and doing nothing. That was my cue to leave for the library; and here I am.
Though a seemingly boring weekend, it was very much appreciated.
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