“Um… can you stop laughing please?” I actually thrust my head back from my computer screen, set my glasses on the tip of my nose and scolded my best friend, who lays vertically in her pajamas and yellow socks on my full- size bed watching You’ve Got Mail on her lap top. Normally laughing doesn’t bother me, but the thing is I’m trying to write. And if the dishes aren’t done and if it’s not quite, I just can’t do it. I can’t write. So here I am feeling like my mother yelling at the kids for being noisy and literally reprimanding my best friend who is just trying to enjoy a romantic comedy.
Did I really just utter those words?
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
Have I mentioned that I have a roommate? Well, temporarily that is. My best friend Anna has said adéu to her now ex- boyfriend and also her now ex-Hollywood apartment and has said hello to my studio in the valley. Yes. We are sharing a studio: one room, one bathroom, one bed. And I think for one month.
I was uneasy about the idea at first, but then what are best friends for? Seriously. If I’m not going to be there for her right now when this awfully sudden turn of events transpired in her life then I’m not a good friend. And more importantly, she would do it for me. And isn’t this what friends are for?
So here we are. Two pees in a pod it seems. It’s been several weeks and that’s been the only shaky moment, if I can brag here for a second. Admittedly I’ve had my share of horror roommate stories, but this just isn’t one of them. Last night we stayed up until 4 a.m. laughing and telling stories like we were kids. We finished watching the documentary The Business of Being Born and just could not stop talking about how one day when we have babies, we’re totally using midwifes. None of this hospital business!
I mean, this is the kind of stuff I did growing up. Not at twenty seven!
I’m a kid again. And I love it.
So while we live in a space that’s about 10 foot by 10 foot, we pool our money together to buy groceries, we laugh like kids at “bed time” but most importantly we have each other to lean on while we figure out life.
I did apologize by the way for the whole stop laughing comment, which Anna chirps, “Oh… is that what you said? I thought you told me to lay low on the caffeine!”
Alice can be reached at AliceActress@yahoo.com