Minus the matching beds, community bathrooms, and the cafeteria food.
I was very nervous meeting College Roomie. Once past the hugs and the 'you look the same' we settled in at the Village Burger Bar.
She caught me up on her life and vice versa. Then it was drinking drunky time. The Burger Bar has some great burgers but better they have some great drinks ($2 off happy hour). I highly recommend the mangotini. I had a wee bit of a problem.
I ordered the brownie and ice cream scoop dessert. The waiter brought it out. Nuts.
He asked College Roomie if she wanted the brownie. She's allergic nuts, too.
I asked him to take back the brownie and replace it with an extra scoop of ice cream.
I don't know if I sounded bitchy when I asked for that or what, but the man brought out over a pint of ice cream, in the form of 4 of the biggest scoops of ice cream I ever seen.
My eyes were bigger than my stomach and my brain ignored the fact that I just ate goat cheese, drank three martinis, and it was that time of the month.
Let me tell you: During that time of the month I have the most awful lactose intolerance ever. And I can never handle dairy and hard liquor in the same setting. We've been here and done that. It ain't pretty.
College Roomie didn't want any of the ice cream, so I ate it all. Let's just say I slept in the bathroom, cursing a cow.
But College Roomie was so much fun. She's living my pseudo fantasy. She met and married a British guy while on a cruise. Now they are going through a very thorough Greencard investigation with INS. I didn't think that really happened to people. And he is such a cutie-patootie.
I think I may hang out in the international terminal for a bit before my Atlanta flight tomorrow.
Where else do foreigners hang out?