Roommate!

As I sit around waiting for my roommate to get home, I'm looking at this blog trying to think of things to write about so I can catch up on my blog posts. And then I get the genius idea that I should write about my roommate.

Since I graduated high school, I have had something like... let's see *counts* oh, something around 15 roommates, and Holden is by far my favorite. He cleans up after himself and doesn't bring over skeezy guys who shoot up in my bathroom. But most of all, he is forever making me giggle.

The other day I got home from a staff meeting and he was sprawled on the couch watching Netflix. He got up to talk to me, and was clutching his metal baton (like the ones cops use) to his chest. "This was my cuddle buddy while I was watching Buffy," he announced.

And yes, that's Buffy as in Vampire Slayer.

I'm going to back up now. I met Holden through aerial. He is an amazing silks artist, and a former marital artist who can pretty much kill anything with his bare hands. This is comforting given that some of the people slumming around the apartment complex we live in are pretty shady.

Holden brings out my inner child and channels my zombie obsessions and has increased my love and appreciation of comic books. He has his own alternate history where Batman and Catwoman are his parents, and will talk quite straight faced about having a vigil-anti father without explaining that he's talking about Batman, which is absolutely hilarious to watch. Once he went on and on to our oblivious trapeze teacher about how Dick Grayson was one of his trainers, until I finally decided to explain that he was talking about Robin/Nightwing (who, by the way, is the best acrobat in the DC universe and my comic book husband).

And, as if that's not enough, as I was writing this he came home with ice cream sundaes from McDonald's and announced, "I got you one!"