Aaaand the cat's in the cradle and the silver noob...

Roommate interviews tomorrow.  After a few appletinis and still charged from "The Real Housewives of New York City" reunion part 3, I did a little sprucing up and redecorating around the house that ended up quite nicely.  Will do some final touches today, buy some flowers, and cross my fingers.

The three hopefuls are:1. Zeke: Gay guy who was the first to bite, and had a colorful, fun, and vibrant response to my ad.  He seems to be the most promising candidate, but words can be deceiving.  We'll wait until we meet in person.

2. Sally: A self-described 39-year-old wild child, she seems like fun, but I worry about the fact that she smokes (though she insists she would do so outside) and, well, that she describes herself as a wild child.  I'm fucking getting old.  And my current roommate is barely around, so it's like I have the place to myself.  And I'd kind of like to keep it that way.

3. Paul: The sparsest of responses was from this dude who works at a law firm, but has a degree in music.  Interesting.  I always have one person who really doesn't spark my fancy, but who I interview as a back up in case the most fascinating people fall through.  Enter Paul.

Everyone gets a half hour to impress me.  Then I want to climb to Parnassus Heights and have frozen margaritas 'til the cows come home.

Uploaded 06/18/2010
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