A Not-So-21-Humor Week - An old entry from a few weeks back that I haven't gotten around to posting

I haven't posted anything this week becuase I've had a pretty crappy week. Not much worth posting if you don't want to hear about my swamped workload at work, necessary final dealings with the dreaded ex, and jumping on the scale to realize that summer has indeed made me fat and happy... (too much eating - not enough skating)

It seems like all my friends are miserable in their own ways lately. What is it with the 20-somethings?

So I'm going to tell you a story of the happy past, instead. I have so many quirky memories that I want to get up here, eventually. Today's story is about my dear college roommate, Caitlin.

We graduated and had the apartment for another few months until the lease ran out. This means that we had a State College party pad for the summertime. Well, the time came last July to empty the remainder of our junk out and scrub the year's dirt away as our lease came to a close.

The girls and I made a ceremonial voyage back to State College (all three roomies- me, Caitlin, and Emily) for one last weekend of drinking/ partying with a crash pad a few blocks from the bars. And to do some cleaning, of course, being that the fate of our security deposit rested solely on our motivation.

We sat for a while in our bare living room, reminiscing about all the wonderful memories we made in this place, a place where the walls were constructed of 5 or 6 variations of wooden paneling (kind of like the different rings on a tree, the paneling certainly dated the different eras of the old mansion). It was a dingy, old, run-down place, but to us, it was a little slice of heaven.

Emily fell asleep and never made it out to the bars. So Caitlin and I rallyed and went to the Phyrst Family singalong (gotta love Penn State!) alone. We got very drunk, happy to have one last night in our town. The family stopped singing, the bar closed, and we headed home. Thoughts of the next day's cleaning marathon came into our heads.

Then, out of nowhere along Allen Street, God gave us a sign - in the form of a vacuum cleaner! We would, indeed get our security deposit back! Hurray! We grabbed the lone vacuum (missing a significant chunk of the handle but still roll-able) and started pushing it down the middle of Allen Street. We turned onto College Avenue and proceeded home, as the bar traffic shouted jovial chants such as, "Thank YOU for keeping the streets of State College clean!" and the like.

Here's where the evening got interesting... Caitlin really had to pee. But where to go when you're pushing a vacuum? Not like it's the easiest thing to duck behind a dumpster with your Bissell and "pop a squat" as we so affectionately started calling it.

I encouraged her the entire drunken walk home as we pushed the vacuum. We got back to our front porch and were at the front door of the building when I did the unthinkable - I made her laugh. She laughed so hard that she fell over on the porch.... and couldn't hold it any more. Yes, my college roomie peed on the front porch of our apartment.

This resulted in a full-clothing shower once entering the apartment to wash up. But she was happy. :-)

And we knew we were leaving State College in style. Or at least leaving our mark.... :-)