My roommates have always been my co-hosts, co-pilots, and mutual side-kicks. Even if someone does something dumb, the other is always there to make some fun out of it. I suppose this only works when fun is a generally agreed-upon subject. Throwing money in the air and chasing it like lunatics, waking the neighbors at all hours of the night with the organ and the drum machine, befriending said neighbors and going on adventures around town with them... that was how we spent 2006 in Austin.
Not anymore.
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