House Cleaning. Literally.
My house is pretty messy right now. We have food crusted onto the stove, dishes everywhere, all kinds of weird hair on the floor…If I were 20 this would be no big whoop, but I’m approaching an age where a dorm like existence is probably unacceptable.
So I resolve to do some cleaning today, but thinking about it reminds me of my old roommates in DC. Nobody likes chores, but when cleaning time came around, my roommate Johnny used to put on a mix CD with 30 1-minute songs. Before each song we’d take a shot of beer (probably Miller Lite), then clean our designated areas, and come sprinting back to the common area whenever the next song started. By the end of it, we’d barely be able to stand and inevitably have a new mess of spilled beer, empty cans, and my other roommate Patrick’s vomit to clean up.
Good times.
