Ode to the Best College Roommate Ever

Because it’s Love Friday (in CrankMama Land) and because I skipped lean and fit to be chubby & drunk, I’d like to share with you an ode of love to my pallee Michelle.

Michelle and I were roommates in college — Whitman College — Walla Walla, WA — the city so nice they named it twice.  I first laid eyes on Michelle that first horrid freshman week when I realized that folks WEREN’T just as excited about Plato as I and that in fact they were mainly thrilled about college because they got to get laid and drink all they wanted without the ‘rents giving them crap about it.

Oh, the places your despair will take you!  Anyway, there was wee Michelle weeping away (sobbing garblingly away) over her homesickness and I immediately thought "My PEOPLE! My PEOPLE!" 

Michelle and I were probably the only 2 virgins on our floor…. virgins with crazy parents who liked the drink… and also only girls in families FILLED to the brim with boys.  How can one truly describe the joy of discovering a kindred spirit in the midst of angst ridden late-teendom? Suffice it to say it was succor to my sad disappointed heart when Michelle declared on our first trip back home that college "wasn’t all she thought it would be." 

We managed, she and I, through our Monopoly drinking games and tanning excursions to hidden greens around campus, to eventually thoroughly enjoy Freshman year AND to lose our collective virginity. 

How to describe that first conversation following The Act ("and THEN what did he do?" "EWWWW!" "Ohhh, really?").  Now, THAT’S bonding.  That’s sisterhood.  That first discussion about sex.

Sometimes in my granite countered kitchen & the careful morning light I miss those days of candid discussion and lurid giggling fun.  But Michelle and I still have our fun and share our funny stories (less vulva, more Volvo)…

Love to you, Michelle.  I’m so glad you’re in my life! 

And share, share, folks! Who are the friends who saw you through? Or who see you through now?


6 Responses to “Ode to the Best College Roommate Ever”

  1. September 22, 2006 at 6:37 am

    You’re so lucky to have a Michelle in your life. Mine’s Hally, who has been my friend since kindergarten. Virginity (or lack thereof) not withstanding, we definitely got each other through a lot of “ewwwww”s and “ooooohhhh”s in life. Still do.

    Thanks for the great comment at my place. Nice to meet you!

  2. September 22, 2006 at 10:09 am

    Aw. I wish I had a roomie like that. How is that I made it though 4 years of college and, 15 years later, I barely talk to one friend. I think college would have been different if I went someone else…anyway, what a sweet tribute to your friend!

  3. 3 SingleMama
    September 22, 2006 at 1:20 pm

    Still got mine! Best friend for the longest, and still capable of the vulva conversations despite the face that we’re planning an applesauce making weekend. That’s a clear indicator of how far we’ve come, I think. Though I loathe some women there are those that I cannot live without!

  4. September 22, 2006 at 1:59 pm

    Yes, that was my college roommate too! We were kindred, introverted spirits and college wouldn’t have been half as much fun without her. We both have kids and live half a country apart, but we stay in touch.

  5. September 22, 2006 at 3:22 pm

    Gee, I don’t know where to start – this is kind of thing is so much different for guys.

    I met somebody from Walla Walla once, everytime she would call I would say “Hello, Hello”. That cracked me up…!

  6. September 22, 2006 at 10:01 pm

    “less vulva, more Volvo”

    Love it!

    My best friend from school and I are getting closer again after a time of “separation”. She just had her first baby so we’re bonding over raising our kids now. I guess you could say less vulva more stinky diapers? Well, that doesn’t quite have the same ring to it.

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