And In Not So Deep Other News...

I have a great living situation at the moment. I pay a little under half of the rent and my roommate is never home. I've lived in this apartment for nearly 4 months and I think he has been here maybe a total of 5 nights. He travels a ton for work so I basically have the place to myself. Every now and then he has a friend or two that stays here because they are in town working, most of them are dancers. Over the course of the last couple weeks I was reminded or exactly why there are zero 18 year old dancers in my life. My roommate told two of his friends that they could stay in his room for 2 weeks while they trained for the upcoming Janet Jackson tour and I figured fine, no biggie. I personally know that when I am a house guest I am on my best behavior and especially when I am staying somewhere for free. Over the course of the two weeks various things got under my skin and I allowed them to just blow over as I was staying at a friends place most of the time anyways.

1. The bathroom became increasingly dirty by the day. Product and hair tools thrown all over the bathroom and hair covering the sink, floor, shower, and toilet. Also, unfamiliar hair appeared on my electric razor.

2. Pretty much every time I came home I would find the lights on, air conditioner at full blast, and/or, the tv on and NO ONE HOME. I'm not a HUGE green person, but come on. Also, it is very obvious that I recycle, there are containers to the left of the sink in the kitchen for both plastic and cardboard. So why was I finding the garbage filled with water bottles and cereal boxes? And further more, half filled take-out containers of food just sitting out all night.

3. One night I came home around midnight and found my apartment door unlocked and unhinged. I was able to just push it right open, to a breezy air conditioned empty apartment. This is New York City, who leaves a door open? Granted, I live in a nice doorman building and no one can get up without calling first, but anyone else that lives in the building could easily have come in and cleaned the place out.

4. The few times that I did stay here over the two weeks I was woken up at 9am to one of the dancers singing at the top of her lungs in the shower. One of the few conversations that we had included her telling me that Lady GaGa is the top selling musical artist and has sold over 8 BILLION albums. When I tried to correct her and assumed she meant MILLION I was told that I was wrong and it was surely 8 BILLION. The population of the Earth is just under 7 BILLION, I'm pretty sure not EVERYONE on Earth has one or more Lady GaGa albums.

5. As the week closed I was very happy to come home to an empty apartment, granted, there was garbage sitting in the kitchen, left over take-out food in the fridge (which was a step up from just sitting out), hair all over the bathroom and of course the tv and air conditioner on in my roommates room. Oh Oh, but they did happen to make his bed before they left, bravo.

6. That evening, happy to have my apartment to myself, I go to brush my teeth and behold, they took the full tube of toothpaste that I had just bought. Are you fucking kidding me?

7. This morning I also noticed that my USB to Firewire cable that I always leave in the same place is also gone. I may have misplaced it, but I doubt it. It isn't even the price as much as it is the fact that now I have to go out of my way to buy another one.

Now I am no longer 18, maybe I've forgotten what it feels like to be 18? I know that now as an "adult" I wouldn't do these things, but maybe I'm expecting too much from 18 year old performers that are staying in a luxury NYC apartment for free? And it is probably more my fault for not saying anything to them while they were staying here, I could have easily just asked them to not be loud in the morning, not use my razor, recycle, and to pick up after themselves, but should I really have to?



PLEASE NOTE, THAT IS NOT MY BATHROOM. :-)