I've been listening to the Beastie Boys album Paul's Boutique for the last two days. It reminds me of my first two years of college - within a few weeks I moved out of the dorm into my boyfriend's rent house. His name was Paul but everyone called him Snake. I can't remember how many roommates he had - it seemed to change over the 48 months - but Baker (Colt 45), Boardman, and Collier were ever present. They were all addicted to the Oakland Raiders. Whatever happened to some of those guys I still wonder. I need to look them up on FB.
I stirred the conservative community at Hendrix College when I moved out of the dorms - it was a liberal arts college but we were also in the South. A couple of peers admonished me for my decision; including one that had more sexual partners in the first six months of college than anyone I knew, but was still putting up a moralistic facade. I think you are the one that needs to slow down and think about what you want in life, I wanted to tell that person, but I held my tongue and assured them that my situation was fine. I'm no judge. We all have to figure out our path in life somehow or another - rampant promiscuity was never on my agenda but to each his or her own. I won't judge you - just don't pull that church business on me when you can't look at yourself objectively.
My roommates worshipped the Beastie Boys - the albums were on repeat on the large floor to ceiling stereo system. It liked it much better than their Metallica. I shared my tastes - Poi Dog Pondering to James to Alice In Chains to Camper Van Beethoven oh I could go on and on. For a while there was a pet tarantula, I forgot its name but I remember letting it walk on my arm once; it felt like Q-tips had come to life and were inching across the surface of my skin. I remember a lot of Twin Peaks parties, and Northern Exposure. David Lynch movies. Falling asleep on the couch and waking to groups of barely grown men lighting farts (I pretended I was still asleep). I had a girl friend or two during this time period, but mostly it was this tight knit group of guys who somehow magically accepted me as one of their own and they were funny as hell.
Then when Snake and I broke up I had to re-group and find a new network. I maintained a loose friendship with a couple of them the last two years of college - concerts, catching up at parties, but the magic was gone. And I learned that overall, loyalties went to my ex - it was kind of shocking and heartbreaking and lonely for a while but natural in retrospect. We were just kids. They had formed friendships in high school; I was just a fleeting member of their flock. But it was a privilege to be there for that short period of time.