Remember in Jerry McQuire McGwire McGayer Mcguire(Thanks Google) after his client Ron Tidwell has that huge performance on Monday Night Football (WOOOO! SHOW ME THE MONEEEEEAYYYYYYYYYYY) and an excited Jerry calls his 'wife' Dorthy Boyd and tells her about what a huge night he had, they had, their company had?
That non sequitur aside, last night my roommate Chris aka C-Low and I decided to upgrade our status from "roommate" to "friend." What does this mean for the future? It means that we no longer have to introduce each other to our friends like, "Hey, meet my roommate Chris," but now I can say "Meet my friend Chris." Although, if I'm mad at him because he didn't do the dishes, or because he let Luca shit in front of my door, I'm going to introduce him as my roommate.
I feel that my relationship with my third roommate Kristin aka D Train was upgraded a long time ago. I think she's my friend now and no longer justaroommateIfoundoffCraigslistIlikegatorade. But...this is New York and in New York, relationships are a particularly fickle creature (Totally channeling Sarah Jessica Horseface from Sex and the City right now...wow...I'm having an out of body experience right now...who is this person typing at my computer...), and unless both parties explicitly have an unequivocal discussion--with lawyers and court reporters present--about the status of their relationship (Roommate, Friends, Dating, Open Relationship, Relationship, Random Play, Swinger, Married, Divorced, or Networking Only) and come to an agreement, then their relationship status forever remains abstruse, ambiguous, and even chimerical. One party might think s/he is in a Relationship, while the other party might think s/he is in it for Networking Only. Ouch. So I think I need to have a sit down with D Train and find out where she and I stand. Just roommates (boo!) or friends (yay!)?
As for the apartment resident dog--spoiled brat extraordinaire aka the little guy--Luca and I like to tag team pillows (he takes the back and I take the front), which makes us practically BFF.
Update: So the prescient statement I made above over a year ago is that relationships are a fickle creature in New York. Having to step over an untrained and un-housebroken dog's piss and feces every morning, day, and evening; smelling cigarette smoke every morning, day, and evening; and trying to deal with unreasonable messiness and hoarding in the common spaces is a whole heap of straw that broke this camel's back. I just want her to give me back my security deposit now.