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I've been trying to locate my old college roommate but had given up, due to repeatedly turning up nothing. Just on a whim, yesterday I put her name into google and got what I was looking for. She was last seen at my wedding before she disappeared but she was in this newspaper article making a paper mache John The Baptist. Sometimes when I blog, I think of us in college huddled around the computer and how we'd stay up all night and laugh and drink. One day with these two hot guys we drove to New Mexico to go skiing for the day which turned into a week of missing classes, sex, drinking, and trying to pay for one little hotel room filled with all four of us so we could shower and put on the same dirty clothes we skiied in because we were poor college kids. We'd always make garden burgers and chat in the kitchen while wearing our Birkenstocks and baggy jeans . I remember always bringing home a garbage bag full of bagels from The New York Bagel Co. where I was the manager. Instead of throwing away the fresh bagels from the end of the day, I'd bring them home to my roomates hungry bellies. They loved Snickerdoodle. I loved the everything bagel. We started a coffee shop together by pure donated things. Everything from coffee, to the espresso machine, to candles. It was so cool. There was an art corner filled with paint, pencils, and playdough. We thought people would want to express themselves. She had such huge dreams but money stopped her most of the time. She could spend days on one art project she thought was cool. We converted our garage into a movie theatre complete with huge screen, couches, even lights. When our garage door was up, people knew it was party time and they'd sit on our futon and laugh and eat. One morning I woke up and realized she was asleep with a weird guy on the futon. This is the one and only time I've ever seen her with a man. I heard she had a nervous break down but that could mean so much that I don't really know what that means. On the website where I saw a picture of her, it stated that she goes to an Episcopal seminary now which supports gay marriages. Being gay would explain a lot but I'll wait and see if she returns my email. Maybe she's started a new life and wants to leave the old behind. I guess I'd be ok with that.
