My friends are not the most responsible group of girls in the world. We once accidentally lost a girl for 15 hours in a foreign country, and consistently wake up having to ask ourselves "what the hell did we do last night?" Last year, our apartments were constantly riddled with empty beer cans and take-out containers, which made our emotional eating and drinking habits awkwardly obvious to visitors. We like to throw parties, and instead of cleaning up after ourselves we tend to sit around watching Friends and moaning about our hangovers (Whatever. We're in College.). All of this should have made it evident, both to us and to our parents, that we should NOT, under any circumstances, be allowed to live in a house unsupervised.
When I walked into my house in Georgetown a few weeks ago, all of this immediately became alarmingly clear. The entire house was trashed-- I kid you not, it was like walking onto the set of "Hoarders." By the time I got there, my roommates and their mom's had cracked a bottle (or 4) of wine and got to work on trying to make the place livable. We spent the rest of the night (until it was an appropriate time to go to Rhino) drinking and throwing away other people's things, all the while listening to our moms judging us for agreeing to live in squalor.
During the initial cleanup, we found:
9 unidentified articles of boys clothing
A backpack containing a lone box of tampons
13 empty DVD cases
A book that belonged to someone who lived here 9 years ago
A closet full of bedding, garbage and clothing
3 tennis rackets
A Volley Ball Net
2 broken TV's
Spoiled milk in the Fridge
A box of Condoms
A broken printer
A bike that had been spray painted neon pink
A broken electric guitar
A disco ball
We also had no internet or cable, as our bill (and maybe our rent?) apparently hadn't been paid in months. There was mail for tenants that haven't lived here since the 90's, and the only decoration was a poster that said "JERSEY FRESH," who's origin no one knew. Our kitchen had more rat poison than it did pots/pans (apparently we have a rat named Benjamin?) and 19 of our lightbulbs were burned out. My room, which is in the basement, was conveniently hit with a 3-foot flood in September. Some of the furniture (and previous tenant's crap) was moved out, but most of it was left in a soggy mess shoved into a storage closet. There were two random mattresses, which my mom was convinced had bed bugs and INSISTED we throw out, along with 2 broken dressers and what appeared to be a blood stained carpet.
Talk about home sweet home!!
PS- If anyone in Georgetown is missing anything, you probably left it at our house. And we probably threw it away.
When I walked into my house in Georgetown a few weeks ago, all of this immediately became alarmingly clear. The entire house was trashed-- I kid you not, it was like walking onto the set of "Hoarders." By the time I got there, my roommates and their mom's had cracked a bottle (or 4) of wine and got to work on trying to make the place livable. We spent the rest of the night (until it was an appropriate time to go to Rhino) drinking and throwing away other people's things, all the while listening to our moms judging us for agreeing to live in squalor.
During the initial cleanup, we found:
9 unidentified articles of boys clothing
A backpack containing a lone box of tampons
13 empty DVD cases
A book that belonged to someone who lived here 9 years ago
A closet full of bedding, garbage and clothing
3 tennis rackets
A Volley Ball Net
2 broken TV's
Spoiled milk in the Fridge
A box of Condoms
A broken printer
A bike that had been spray painted neon pink
A broken electric guitar
A disco ball
We also had no internet or cable, as our bill (and maybe our rent?) apparently hadn't been paid in months. There was mail for tenants that haven't lived here since the 90's, and the only decoration was a poster that said "JERSEY FRESH," who's origin no one knew. Our kitchen had more rat poison than it did pots/pans (apparently we have a rat named Benjamin?) and 19 of our lightbulbs were burned out. My room, which is in the basement, was conveniently hit with a 3-foot flood in September. Some of the furniture (and previous tenant's crap) was moved out, but most of it was left in a soggy mess shoved into a storage closet. There were two random mattresses, which my mom was convinced had bed bugs and INSISTED we throw out, along with 2 broken dressers and what appeared to be a blood stained carpet.
Talk about home sweet home!!
 |
| Luckily, Our friend Matt brought this over to make the place more homey. I don't know where we got the flashlight or DVD's though. |
PS- If anyone in Georgetown is missing anything, you probably left it at our house. And we probably threw it away.
No comments:
Post a Comment