I don’t know if I mentioned we acquired a housemate. But we did, she moved in last week and its been a definite left eyebrow raising experience. The man and I have lived with a housemate before but not one this much younger than us.
I’ve known our housemate for a while, since I worked at EB way back when.
Although the man and I aren’t old, we just aren’t the going out kind. If I had to choose between drinking beers at a loud club or sitting on the couch watching tv on a Saturday night with the man the latter would win every time. Beers at a bbq yes, Beer at the elms yes, beers at revolver, no.
It’s always been this way. I didn’t get old overnight I’m just marrying someone who thinks exactly like me (on this topic anyway). Until now, I didn’t really think this ‘binge-drinking’ thing was anything unusual for young people. After all, when I was at uni I I drank lots and went out too.
But I was still so far removed from this. Even when I was at uni I’d look at the girls in their short dresses and ‘CFM‘ boots (you will have to google that one on your own) and wonder if I was doing it all wrong. Except now that I’m older I just know I’m not like that, will never be like that and I’m very happy about it.
Housemate falls somewhere between me and the ‘other girls’ I think. But her mate last night, who we almost took to emergency at 3:30am – if it wasn’t for a helpful phone call to the man’s fellow PhD’er, Dr Ben..well that’s just out of control.
Mind you, housemate says this girl normally handles her drink well. Which had us more concerned her drink had been spiked or something. Both were going to Future Festival today and it was the man who had the brains to ask if she was on anything. I’m so naive I didn’t even think of that.
I don’t think, in cases like this the alco-pops excise hike works. These are girls with large amounts of disposable income, who aren’t struggling uni students who were back drinking by midday today (or earlier).
I am definitely not having a go at people who drink, because I definitely partake in a wobbly climb down the steps of Parliament station on a fair few Friday nights but as long as I eat, its not so out of control I’m unconscious and falling face first out of taxi’s.
Like housemate said though, this girl is usually fine, this might have just been that one time she missed dinner…
But its just different when it’s in your house. When you rent, you don’t care if your housemate spews in their room, you don’t care if they spew anywhere as long as they clean it up (or in one case, put a towel over it for a few months). But when its your house, you worry about spew on your floorboards and marks on the walls. At least I do.
Apparently its not going to be a regular occurence, which would want to be the worlds biggest overstatement. I don’t know if housemate reads this, I think I’ve been pretty fair anyway. Go out, get smashed, have fun, explore an awesome city – but don’t wake us and the neighbours up at 3:30am and 6:30am and don’t mess up our house.
Having said that, the man and I are the kind of people that will get up at 3:30am, 6:30am or any am and make sure you are okay. I just really wish we weren’t like that.