An insight into 447.

Let me start off this blog by giving you an insight to my college life because that is where a lot of the drama lies… at 447. 447 was the address of the party house that we lived at in college. That is, me and my four other roommates. The house was an old fraternity house that had been burnt down in the early nineties and rebuilt into a duplex by an off-campus, real estate mogul whose target was poor and unsuspecting college students. He owned most of the almost condemned houses on the block, but 447 was special.

We lived next door to five fraternity guys if that will give you any insight as to what this house was like. The front porch was made of rotted wood and was leaning slightly to the left. It was adorned with a disco ball and a home made bar constructed out of ply wood. There was a ramp that led down the stairs to our makeshift lawn covered in beer bottles. To this day, I still don’t know why it was there. I can only imagine that our neighbors would get smashed and slide down it on their stomachs to see how many beer cans they could knock over at the bottom.

The inside was even better. When you walked through the door, a stale stench of beer hit your nostrils like a brush fire. You wouldn’t dare take your shoes off because that is where the odor was coming from. The carpet was soaked in post party alcohol from the weekend before. The white sofa was stained with Harry Buffalo juice. The kitchen couldn’t be used because the sink was piled high with crusted dishes that no one ever claimed. There were three stories, five bedrooms, and only ONE bathroom for all five girls. On top of that, the walls were so thin, that nothing could be kept secret.

447 had been an annex house of my sorority for years. It was the place that all of our girls came to party because they obviously were not allowed to do it in the sorority house. There were rules there, but not at 447. I lived with four very different personalities.

Sadie lived in the second floor in the largest of the bedrooms at the end of a long hall. She was had been dating a Tau Kappa Epsilon for as long as I had lived there. She ran more than five miles a day and her diet consisted of canned green bean juice, onions eaten like an apple, and two liters of diet 7-up. Occasionally, she would sneak a bag of candy in there or a whole pan of brownies that I had made the day before.

Little Sandy was my second roommate. We called her Little Sandy for very obvious reasons. Her hobbies consisted of drunken grocery shopping on a Sunday afternoon or locking herself up in her room. She wasn’t the most talkative.

The third girl of the house was Maren. Maren seemed the most adult of us all. She was the oldest so this would make sense. She was a former Miss Ohio who had been competing in pageants her whole life. Now she wanted to be a news anchor. Maren was very serious with a frat boy so she wasn’t around much. She spent most of her time at the fraternity house playing Alpha Sig sweetheart.

The last girl in the house was Lo. Lo lived on the third floor with me and was my best friend. Her most favorite hobbies were making out with “randoms” at house parties and going out to the bars with me. We went to the bars almost every night. We usually took Tuesday and Wednesday off unless there was something going on. A night out for us consisted of one-hour naps from about six to seven. Then, we would get up and get ready for the night ahead of us. I always got ready faster than Lo and would become impatient so to cure my getting antsy, we got an old school Nintendo and I would play Super Mario Brothers to keep myself occupied until she was ready. Then the drama would begin.

This is a short look into what life at 447 was like. You will understand more as the stories unfold. 447 becomes the setting for a bulk of the bizarre happenings. It always seemed like something else was going on.