I haven't had a roommate since the single semester I spent living in an eighth-story dorm room at USF. Before that, it had only ever been my family, and since then, it's only been Dave and Joel. When he moved out, I was initially opposed to the idea of sharing my precious house with anyone other than my children, but the late night quiet time combined with the fact that my second job didn't work out at all how I hoped it would forced me to reconsider. Why NOT rent out the ginormously empty basement???
So I put an ad (or four) on Craigslist and eventually found Sage and Tim, the cutest darn couple you ever did meet. They moved here from Santa Cruz a week ago and so far living with them has been entirely drama free.
Of course, I only had my kids on Wednesday, so it's not like THEY'VE had much of a chance to feel the true cray-cray of Casa DelWestmont. Oh! Did I mention that? Dave and I are exchanging Wednesdays so the kids don't have to go a week without mom or dad. Communication WIN!
When I first told Genoa we were getting roommates, she was all freaked out at first because she didn't want any BOYS in her house. Then she asked me what Sage looked like and I told her she had pink hair in the front.
"But what about the back? Is her hair long?"
"No, she's actually bald. It's looks cool."
Then Genoa spent the entire car ride home screaming, "I DON'T WANT A BALD GIRL LIVING IN OUR HOUSE."
Alex and I gave Miss G a lengthy speech about how rude it is to judge people by their looks and how much worse it is to judge people she hadn't even MET yet. Also - why not just trust mom to pick cool people?!?!? Sage's last job was at a girl scout camp in Austin and Tim has a handlebar mustache and a Lit degree from UC Santa Cruz.
Of course twenty minutes after meeting them, Genoa already had a full blown girl-crush on Sage, bald or not. She woke up for school the next morning wondering whether Sage and Tim were upstairs and COULD SHE WAKE THEM UP TO PLAY?
So basically this has been a perfect opportunity for my family to thrive on discomfort and thus far it's been a giant juicy jar of radsauce. My utilities are paid! I can finally (barely) make rent! I really dig coming home to find chill people cooking spicy butternut squash soup in my kitchen! Not to mention that Sage and Tim are exactly the punk rock bad-asses I needed to complete my own personal episode of Portlandia.
And if you thought the anarchist basement wasn't enough? Tomorrow I'm going ecstatic dancing with my Dom, who is basically my own bald, jewish, android-programming version of Christian Grey.
Don't worry. I'll write about it.