Back in the Fall of 2008, Jamie, Shotty, 95, and I all took a trip up to San Francisco to catch a football game between the Eagles and the Niners. As the lone girl, there was never any question whether Jamie could hang on this tailgating weekend. She pounded road sodas on the ride up with Tony, chowed down on slices and got a free t-shirt at "Pizza My Heart", experimented with JOOSE for the first time, joined us in tricking the Duke into thinking 95 might be dead, and led the way as we galavanted from guestroom to guestroom playing Strange-Room-O-Mite with a maid's keycard that was serendipitously left in our hotel room. The fact that we had access to every room at a hotel still boggles my mind. When we were finally discovered by a group of weary travelers, just looking to settle in for the night in the room they were assigned, we feigned ignorance. "Aw man", we said, "The front desk checked us both into this room?" The group responded, "Yeah, it's weird. This is the third time they've put us in a room where it seems someone is already staying." We offered consolation, "Well, you guys keep this room. We'll go sort it out." And then we dashed away.
There have been a mess of times, but also a great deal of sweet, wholesome fun. I loved having Jamie as a roommate. We put a punch clock in our bathroom, we built a bar, and we realistically considered building a train set that ran throughout all of our kitchen cupboards. When there were only two of us, we sat on the beach and decided that we were going to keep 8644 alive and awesome. When we finally closed down the old homestead, we sent her off with a final game of dynamite.
Written by: Rand Geiger
Posted: CC - Day 1 of 30 - Dec. 1st, 2013 11:50pm
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