A Bottle of Red for Lunch

I can hardly call a day at Varsity stressful, but I must say there is nothing better than coming back from one whole hour of class to your two roommates who proceed to liquor you up the moment you walk in the front door.

For those of you who know me you’ll understand that I live in a two bedroom flat and will currently be wondering why I speak of two roommates. Well the truth of the matter is that I have the same problem that most people on campus have; I am the proud owner of a roommate with a live in boyfriend.

For most people this would be problematic, but I actually like it.

I suppose it helps that my roomie and I don’t cook together so he doesn’t eat my food, and he’s also really helpful around the flat, washing dishes and taking out the rubbish. Well, that and he’s actually a really nice guy and I get along with them both really well. I am their OFFICIAL third wheel.

So on Monday afternoon I was sitting in the computer centre busy  checking out how many views my blog had received when I got a message from my roommate along the lines of, “We’re opening wine, come home.”

Needless to say, I ran home.

We often spend the afternoon sitting in the flat, drinking wine, eating food and discussing our latest cravings; chocolate, cherries or cocktails. Sometimes our discussions get a little vulgar; sometimes they turn to politics (very rarely and generally initiated by yours truly) but most of the time we end up discussing my life.

My life and all its latest dramas are a great source of entertainment for the three of us and they can’t wait to walk in on a Monday morning, sit me down and get their latest fix.

Sometimes I speak of some outrageous Stellenbosch party that ended with me being carried to my front door by some bloke I’ve never met only to lock him out at the last minute, other times I talk of Saturday evening dates that went horrifically wrong and ended with a full on slap across some poor guys face and still other times I speak of my most recent embarrassing moment.

Our conversations are rowdy and get very out of hand, the food and wine flows freely and we just generally enjoy ourselves. The music plays softly in the background and we slowly while away the hours as the bottle slowly empties. I thoroughly enjoy our evenings and cannot wait for the next one…

Oh look, in walks Andrew with a bottle of red, chocolate and ice cream.