Monday, July 02, 2007
( 10:18 PM ) teahouse
Make Yourselves at Home
Yeah, I haven't blogged since the middle of last week.
The Boy's friends were in town for a few days, staying at my place. And when I have out of town guests in my one bedroom apartment (with the computer in the living room), it's impossible to blog in secret.
They slept on my fold-out couch in my living room, so there wasn't much room to maneuver while they were there.
His friends were a married couple. The husband is a heavy-drinking, boisterous frat boy-type who basically never outgrew his college partying mentality. In contrast, the wife is quiet, reserved and not easily excitable (so it would seem).
But last year, when they stayed at the Boy's place, they told him a few months later that they'd had sex on his futon AND the floor AND his kitchen counter (while the Boy was asleep in his bedroom).
This morning I left for work early, but the Boy stayed at my place to spend the day with them before they caught their flight home in the afternoon.
He called me after they left.
"Well," he said. "When I woke up this morning I heard the two of them, uh, frolicking in your shower together. They didn't know I was awake."
Ok, that is too much. Who showers together when they're staying at someone's place AND that someone is there?
I need to hose down my bathroom walls with bleach. #