Last night, in my living room:
Chiara: (to J) So, are we having the Holiday Party or not?
J: I don’t know. Ask C.
Chiara: Hey, C? Can we come in?
C: [from behind closed door] No, I’m getting ready to go out.
Chiara: Aw, come on! Just a little peek?
Chiara: Man, I thought the whole thing about having female roommates was that there would be hot naked girls around.
C: Yeah, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that…
Chiara: So should I stop lounging around naked on the couch?
C: [opening the door] Okay.
Chiara: Okay. So, Holiday Party?
C: Yeah, totally. Are you guys still into it?
J: When’s it going to be again?
C: The fourth, right?
J: What day is that?
Chiara: Because I’m going to London the next weekend.
C: SHUT UP.
Chiara: Why, because I’m going to London the next weekend?
C: You SUCK.
Chiara: Just because I’m going to London the next weekend?
C: [obscene finger gesture from a pristine girl]
Chiara: Okay, okay. I’ll stop mentioning that I’m going to London the next weekend, since it seems to upset you that I’m going to London the next weekend.
J: Because here’s the thing.
Chiara: Uh oh.
J: My cousin? Desmond? Is having a poker party.
Chiara: She says her cousin is having a poker party.
C: That’s real nice.
J: And I don’t want to go.
Chiara: She doesn’t want to go!
C: And the problem is…
J: Well, M [her boyfriend] said we couldn’t go because we have something else to do that weekend.
C: Yeah, but did he make that up or is there really something you’re doing?
J: Well, the thing is, I don’t know.
C: I can’t find my keys! Where are my keys!
Chiara: C, we are being dissed in favor of an imaginary obligation on the part of M. Did you check your bag?
C: Yeah, I checked my bag.
Chiara: Fine, J, don’t come to our party. You’re not invited anyway.
J: I’m beginning to feel this is a hostile home!
Chiara: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
C: HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Oh, here they are! I have to go!
Chiara: Yeah, you better get out of our hostile home before something terrible happens! [to J]. You have to be here for our party. I want to have the DiscoBall Mistletoe.
J: Under the arch thing? [pointing to the arch thing that separates the first living room from the second living room which is now sort of the dining room now that we have a nice table and chairs that J. There is a little mini discoball hanging from the arch thing].
Chiara: Yeah, I was going to put some mistletoe on it and then there would be a sign that said “Discoball Mistletoe” and anyone who was caught beneath it would have to either do a dance move or would have to smooch. That would be so cool. You have to be there.
J: Wanna do yoga?
[We did an hour of a very funny yoga video. I did two hours of bellydance on Monday instead of my usual one and I was already pretty sore. I think I did all right though, with that video. I couldn’t do tree pose though. And then when we were done J made me do crunches.]
[After that I lay on the floor and she sat on the purple futon and we talked about boys for a while and I came pretty close to tears a couple of times there.]
Chiara I kind of have to pee.
J: Me too. I didn’t want to say anything though.
Chiara: I know, we’re all talking deeply and it’s a little awkward.
J: I didn’t want to interrupt.
Chiara: Okay, BREAK!
[a few moments pass]
J: It is freezing in this house! I am so cold!
Chiara: It’s even worse in my room.
J: Hostile home! Hostile home!