Old balls

This entry originally appeared on The Post (www.thepostsd.com) on September 10, 2010.

As thousands of young college students flock back to the city, I’m reminded of how much of a jaded, old biddy I have become. Now, that’s not entirely true, but to a degree, I have mellowed in my post-college life. While I still keep ridiculous hours and enjoy a foolish adventure every now and again, I’ve also come to enjoy quiet evenings at home with my roommates. I rarely go to bars any more as I much prefer picking up a bottle of wine on my way home. Partly out of cost and partly out of preference, my avoidance of night spots further contributes to my sometimes-elderly disposition.

Two weeks ago, my friend James returned from his summer vacation in San Diego to begin his sophomore year at NYU. After a week of living on our couch in Astoria, James moved into his dorm, along with 800 other students. On Sunday, I took advantage of some free time to drop in and see how James was settling into his new digs. After a cramped elevator ride up to the tenth floor, I was transported back to my freshman year. The smell of cheap rum and cheaper tequila filled the halls that Saturday evening as screams and laughs came from behind one door and the acrid smell of foreign cooking came from behind another. As we sat and chatted in James’ overpriced, cramped suite-style dorm, friends and roommates came and went in a loud, excited frenzy as the production of going out came into full swing. Pre-gaming was well underway in one room, while someone in another room with a fake I.D. was collecting money for a booze run. All this was well and good, and reminded me of my adventures in Pierson Hall, but after over a year away from the college lifestyle, I was quickly overwhelmed by these young kids’ enthusiasm and volume.

Now, I’m not the only one to share this mindset.  Recently my roommates and I went through the process of finding a sub-letter for a room in our apartment. We posted our ad on Craigslist and waited for the emails to come in. After two long days of interviews, we all congregated in Haley’s room over drinks and hashed out the pros and cons of each “contestant” landing on a video editor from Georgia. The ultimate factor leading to our decision was the chill and easygoing mindset of Dan, the potential sublet. There were a few other candidates who would’ve fit in nicely in our Midwestern-infused mansion, but Dan’s mild disposition promised a month of drama-free, casual cohabitation.

As we all became acquainted during the first nights together, Dan recalled his experience of checking out possible apartments. Turns out there are some really crazy people out there. Dan explained how one group of people sat on one couch and interviewed him from across the room where he sat alone. As he began to answer, they would all furiously write on their clipboards. After a few questions, they quickly showed him the room and then said they’d be in touch. Turns out they didn’t stay in touch and rented the room to someone else. Thus we received Dan into our home. He explained how he appreciated the relaxed and cozy atmosphere of our house and how informal and chill our interview was. He also emphasized that it was about half the price of nearly everything else.

With Dan moved into his room for the next 22 days, we’re all adjusting to a new norm at Bilquis Mansion. Though the next three weeks will go quickly, I look forward to a more serene environment at home.  By keeping life calm and mostly ordinary, I can focus on each day’s blessings and trivialities without getting stressed about my starving artist lifestyle. Though I lack the energy or desire to drink until the sun comes up or participate in beer pong tournaments anymore, I can safely say that I enjoy this new relaxed lifestyle. I’m sure partying like freshmen will be in my future again someday, but until I recover from that Rep reunion, I think I’ll settle for laundry and video games.

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~ by Geoffrey on 10 September 2010.

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