Yesterday, we traveled to Austin to see Pentatonix, as per the Roommate's request. He's a choir director and loves everything and anything that has to do with music and I am always down for a trip to Austin. So we went and mostly survived the trip (I got hungry towards the end of the drive, and that's never good for anyone in the vicinity). I knew next to nothing about Pentatonix other than what the Roommate had told me, which was that they were an acapella group and they were amazing.
It turns out they're an acapella group and they're amazing. They're also comprised of two amazing gay men, a baritone and a tenor. Mitch Grassi is one of the new loves of my life. I would like to be put on the list of his Queer Dears, I'm just saying. He is adorable and reminded me of a grown up version of Sassy Pants from "School of Rock." Love love love him. Every time he opened his mouth to speak, I grabbed the Roommate's shoulder and swooned with the love that only a Queer Dear can understand.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
The Odd Couple
I'm living with a boy.
There are certain things to be expected when living with a boy. No matter how much he says he's cleaned the bathroom, there are still beard hairs on the sink. Anytime you say, "does this smell weird to you?" his answer will always be "it smells fine!" And when it's Saturday and you ask what he wants for dinner, he'll look at you incredulously and say, "it's Saturday.....it's grilling day."
So far things have worked themselves out well. I shower at night and he showers in the morning, so bathroom time isn't an issue. He helped me move in all of my heavy furniture, including a couch that once belonged to my parents and is now part of the house, as he says he'll die before having to Tetris it back down the skinny hallway.
When we discussed my moving in to his house, he said that I would have the two back rooms, one as a bedroom and one as a living room (where my TV, couch, and coffee table went). They were boring neutral colors, so we set upon painting them. The living room is orange (as in Halloween, not burnt, ew) and my bedroom is a deep purple. While we were painting, we discovered that each room in the house is a different color of the rainbow:
Red is the sunroom/dog room,
Orange is my den area,
Yellow is his bedroom,
Green is the kitchen,
Blue is the living room,
Purple is my bedroom.
Of course, I managed to move into the Rainbow House.
There are certain things to be expected when living with a boy. No matter how much he says he's cleaned the bathroom, there are still beard hairs on the sink. Anytime you say, "does this smell weird to you?" his answer will always be "it smells fine!" And when it's Saturday and you ask what he wants for dinner, he'll look at you incredulously and say, "it's Saturday.....it's grilling day."
So far things have worked themselves out well. I shower at night and he showers in the morning, so bathroom time isn't an issue. He helped me move in all of my heavy furniture, including a couch that once belonged to my parents and is now part of the house, as he says he'll die before having to Tetris it back down the skinny hallway.
When we discussed my moving in to his house, he said that I would have the two back rooms, one as a bedroom and one as a living room (where my TV, couch, and coffee table went). They were boring neutral colors, so we set upon painting them. The living room is orange (as in Halloween, not burnt, ew) and my bedroom is a deep purple. While we were painting, we discovered that each room in the house is a different color of the rainbow:
Red is the sunroom/dog room,
Orange is my den area,
Yellow is his bedroom,
Green is the kitchen,
Blue is the living room,
Purple is my bedroom.
Of course, I managed to move into the Rainbow House.
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