Roommates And Goodbyes And Nacho Cheese

1 Aug


My (ex) roommate Harry is the best sort of person.

He wears bowties and tassled shoes, goes to Trader Joe’s for the kale samples, and has a big, bellow of a laugh that makes you smile just hearing it. Also, he flaps his hands in the air during Important Life Situations like the first time he eats a Café Rio burrito.

This flap is vital to our friendship.

Harry is the hitherto-unknown combination of boarding school meets mountain man meets legal intern, and I’m not exaggerating when I say he is the quirkiest person I’ve ever met.

Yesterday I said goodbye to Quirky Harry outside of Einstein Bagels, his shirt still wet from the dramatic moment he ripped it off to clean the countertops, his hands shaped like a heart over his chest.

“You da best, Jill” he said. “I’ll see you in Tucson!”

*Cue soon-to-be-out-of-date contempo pop music*

So long Harry, Roommate Extraordinaire. I will miss you giving me love advice like “looking hot never hurt anything” and calling me West Coast Quirky and visiting every frozen yogurt shop in Phoenix to find coconut topping.

I’ll even miss your go-to joke, “What do you call cheese that belongs to someone else? Nacho cheese!”

See you in Tuscon.

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