Confessions of a Monkey of All Sorts (Part 2)

Then came Ryan. Ryan was gay. Ryan did not know he was gay. Eric did not know Ryan was gay until he decided to live with him. But, in my world, this is not a problem. I could really care less that this boy is gay-er than Big Gay Al. Ryan is an all around good guy, but decides to figure out his sexuality while I was his roommate. Luckily, that never happened in our room. Wilson Hall would not have been able to withstand the noise that would escape me if I walked in on that. But, Ryan moved out during Spring Break (without completely preparing me for it) and my friend Eric moved in (yep yep, Eric living with Eric). All was good. Eric and his girfriend Amber were good friends with me and my girlfriend Julie. The two girfriends were always in our room and spent the night pretty much every night of the week (our RA would help us sneak them in ... thanks Robbie!). Three weeks after this glorious move in, Ryan moves back in. But I can't make Eric move back to his other room. And Ryan did move out on me and took all of his stuff. So, the roommates were Eric, Eric, Ryan, Amber and Julie. We had this arrangement for about half a semester. It was one of the best times I've ever had. It absolutely ruined whatever GPA I had recovered from my first semester. And I learned things about myself that shall only remian in Wilson Hall.

But all of these roommates only lead up to the best one to date. After moving back home for a year, I decided I was going to move to San Antoino to live with a girl that I had spent less than 10 entire days with. We had met at fraternity conferences and at a trip to the Renaissance Festival. This was going to be interesting. My first apartment. Living with a girl. Who I didn't really know. We, together, have faced many a problem. We faced the loss of her mother. We faced the crap that she dealt with from her friends. We faced (are facing) the drama that is a jobless roommate. We faced the daily struggle for the chaise lounge. Etc, etc etc. And, through all these problems, I have found a true friend. I have found a person that I can talk to about absolutely everything. I have found someone that I can sit and watch all of my weird TV obsessions and have them shared by someone else. I have found someone that will let me have my Christmas tree and decorate it too. I have found someone that will talk before all major events. I have found someone that will talk in the middle of the night, during all major events. I have found someone that will talk after all major events. And I am grateful. So is Bebe, the titanium-legged monkey. And even BuBu, the two-legged monkey the others make fun of.

And not only am I grateful for Dana, I am grateful for all. I don't know if I am just that great of a roommate, but I have had the most understanding, most caring, most hilarious group of people to live with that I could have ever wished for. These people, Nathan, Lane, Ryan, Eric, Amber, Julie, and Dana, have helped to shape who I am today. And although I wouldn't be proud to admit that if I were them, I am proud to admit it as myself.

And so goes the life ...