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Sept. 12, 2006 I remember having experienced it, almost like it happened yesterday, when in reality, it happened two years ago; the week I spent my nights sleeping next to the roommate from hell! That painful time burns like a lighted candle inside the matter of my brain cells. I swore, if I ever got myself out of this mess, I'd never, ever, share a seat on a plane next to this creature, let alone another hotel room. We were friends the moment we met on a nursing job back in 2000. I mean, we were both beginning to come to grips with the label older women were being tagged with by society, once they have bid their 40's adieu; their partners a fond bon voyage and their once youthful bodies, a tearful farewell. It's when the fear of an unknown midlife transition have you gravitating to people in the same boat as you and for a moment the two of you become like two peas in a pod. You began to eat together at lunchtime, call each other up at home while you're in the kitchen fixing your solitary meal. she's the one you call when, on occasion, some man with blinders on, dares to ask you out on a date and you're so thrilled that you automatically speed dial your like friend to share the good news. August 2004, you two have been invited along with others in a group to share in a blissful wedding junket to Las Vegas, lasting five days and four nights, where you get to be a part of the first ever marriage event that could have Elvis, The Blues Brothers, or, Little Richard serenading the bride and groom as they make their way down the aisle of the Chapel Of Love. You decide without question to share a room; it's going to be fun; sort of like a girl's night gabfest, with you and she kicking up your heels Vegas style, adhering to the unspoken rule that "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." What happened in Vegas is this: My friend and I blew all of our monies on the third day of our stay. We shared two hardly there hot dogs for lunch on our fourth day with two nickel bags of potatoes chips that were hiding from our fingers as we attempted to locate them in their cellophane wrapping. Tempers began to flare and apologies for causing hurt feeling took turns falling from our parched mouths, as we could no longer afford to pay for the bottled water the hotel provided. The nights were the worst. My friend could not sleep without the noise and glare of her TV set that became her constant night companion! If that wasn't enough, the lamp on the nightstand next to her bed, served to keep daytime alive and irritating in my attempts to sleep. Because this was and continues to be my new best friend, I politely removed myself from fighting with my pillows in an attempt to drown out my Vegas nightmare and propelled myself into the bathroom, taking care to lock myself securely inside. As I stood berating myself in the mirror, my face staring blurry-eyed and mockingly back at me, I reiterated how this woman had become the 'Roommate From Hell' vowing that I'd never, ever, go on another trip with her; ever again in life! It is now 2006. Another year is almost upon us. My friend and I are still the best of friends. Just recently, she called to say that she and a group of her friends were going back to Las Vegas on a retreat of sorts. I wholeheartedly wished her a safe and happy adventure. After hanging up the phone, I said a silent prayer for the poor innocent who had been suckered into becoming her roommate! ------------ About the author: Clara B. Freeman is a poet/freelance writer living in Oak Lawn, Illinois. She is currently writing on-line reviews for TheNextBigWriter and is an online Columnist for Mahogany Butterfly.com. You can read more about Ms. Freeman by logging onto her web blog at http://clarabfreeman.blogspot.com Email: ClaraBroger@aol.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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