Rosanna yeah!.....
Ahh yes, my secret song. Well.... I cannot claim it as mine I guess. It is shared with Jess. My favorite freshman year roommate.
I was GOING to write a short post about my upcoming trip to England where I will be drinking tea (unlikely) and eating fish and chips (that's about the ONLY thing I will eat there probably.)
But as I think back on all the high jinx of freshman year, I think this would be a more gratifying post.
First off... Jessica Michelle Zogaib, or Jess, or Jessie Shelly as I like to call her couldn't have been a better roommate to start my college career. She played softball, she drank beer, she had a weird sense of humor... everything I liked! So I am going to list some highlights as I dedicate this post to you Jessie Shelly, my lesbianese* friend.
-We made up a fake sorority that only included me, Jess and I THINK Elena. We named it Magnum Pi and had a secret handshake, knock, song (Rosanna by Toto... not so secret anymore), dance, and password. Sadly, this was not the only fake greek organization I was in freshman year. Thanks to Uncle Sheckster and his Frarority Tri Mu, I was a pledging member of that too.
-Jess showed me new levels of messiness/slobbery and lazyness. We would lay in bed and if it wasn't for bedsores and bathroom breaks, we would probably still be there now. We had a small basketball hoop on the back of the door, and when the ball went out of reach, the game was done. We wouldn't change the TV channel if we couldn't find the remote. We would bang on the wall to get a hold of Elena so she would come in and amuse us with one of her interpretive dances (BIGGER! FLASHIER!).
There was a open jar of peanut butter with a fork stuck in it for at least 2 months. The piles of clothes covered every inch of our room, and when we would finally clean, girls from all over the dorm would come and see if it was true. Sad, I know. I think the only fight we ever got in was when I got mad at her because she didn't wash a dish.... what nerve I had!!
-She once put a plate of french fries in my bed with a note telling me to learn to love potatos where I sleep. So I responded that spuds were the only thing that she could get in her bed. ZING! We thought we were so clever.
-As she walked to class one morning, (and as I skipped class one morning) we talked on walkie talkies as she walked to class... and as I continued to lay in my warm bed. This was pre-cell phone for most. And it was much more fun. Those things can reach pretty damn far. I would yell things that I knew other people would hear on the way. Too bad she turned it off during class. I would have looooooved to interrupt with a fart or some unexplainable groan.
There are many more memories that, like this post, are probably only funny to us. But I don't care. So here's to you Jess! Cheers to your love of black men, Toto, sticking pencils up your nose, and stealing stuffed pigs!
I miss you all the way out there in Brooklyn... come back to Ohio to visit me soon!
Slaminky Malargy to you and yours....
*Lesbianese is a cross between a Lesbian (which Jess is DEFINITELY NOT..... and a person from Lebansese decent... which she DEFINITELY is..... just to clarify.)
