Adventure #1: Choosing a Roommate

Brandy and I moved in over the weekend, and we're already anticipating many adventures (for example, why don't either of us have screens, and why does our apartment not have any hot water? Whatevs.) But before we move on to the present, we must confront the past. Our Chicago adventures actually began far before our physical move to Chicago. Namely, our first adventure unraveled last Thursday and Friday: thus, I present, adventure number 1: Choosing a Roommate.

In order to secure the apartment, Brandy and I invented an elusive third roommate for our landlord. Her name was Jessica, and she was a journalism major from a sleepy Indiana time who went to Notre Dame with me. Basically, because we aren't very creative, this fake person was the actual person Jessica Farmwald. We had to have some sort of filler, and it made sense to exploit Jessica's life for my own housing market safety.

But immediately after leaving our new apartment, Brandy and I preceded to freak the frick out. Walking back to the subway stop, we were completely silent. Personally, my mind was reeling off a million worst-case scenarios of how the landlord would reveal our stories as vicious lies and I would be put in a high-security women's prison. Brandy, it turned out, was admiring the sky or the moon or something. But since she is such a good friend, we tried to alleviate my intense anxiety and made a list of 50 people that could possibly be our third roommate. This list included many people we'd randomly seen at the Franklin House bar in Valparaiso, John Siegel, a costume designer that a friend of mine had never met, and Jessica Farmwald herself.

In the end, we chose the most dangerous path. Yes. We turned to Craigslist. Desperate and terrified, we wanted instant gratification -- and no one on our list could give us that. Only Craigslist can fulfill those kind of sick housing desires. And then, like a beacon of light, one ad emerged. A 20-something, young, professional female graphic designer, seeking a place near the Blue Line in Wicker Park or Logan Square with like-minded, clean, creative girls, within our price range. YOINK. THAT. SHIT. Brandy immediately called... and that is how we CHOSE SASHA!!!!!!!!!

SASHA! Who is Sasha? SHE IS OUR NEW ROOMMATE. Sasha is from Washington DC via Drexel, and she has a real job, and she has a real cat. We are telling our landlord that she is one of Jessica's oldest friends. She listens to good music, but she also brought The OC: The Complete Second Season to the new apartment. Personally, I feel good about that balance. WE THINK THAT EVERYTHING MIGHT WORK OUT. And thank God. No. Seriously. Thank the Good Lord above.

Later one of us will tell you about Adventure 2: Ring the Alarms, another adventure that happened in the city before our move. Then, we can move into the present. Wish us luck!