the magic roommate strikes again
DISCLAIMER: CADE, IN NO WAY, WISHES TO "STEAL THUNDER" OR DETRACT IN ANY OTHER WAY FROM ANYONE DIRECTLY INVOLVED WITH THE FOLLOWING STORY. HE JUST FINDS IT FUNNY.
by summer 1997, i had had a total of 8 roommates. that summer, a number of us were fortunate enough to attend the wedding of one of those roomies in the beautiful, lush hills of auburn, california. dan (roommate #7) and christy married in a lovely outdoor affair, and a tradition was born.
the tradition of my roommates getting married.
now, anyone who knows me and my current, immediate circle of friends knows exactly where this is going. if that's the case, hang with me and play dumb. if you don't know, just follow along. either way, it's worth continuing.
two years later, in 1999, all matrimonial hell broke loose. i was invited to 18 weddings and was a part of a personal best 6 wedding parties. including, but certainly not limited to roommates dave (#1) and brian (#9.) a year later, in similar, if not lighter fashion, the good doctor (#6) and grommetron (#11) continued the unmistakable trend and took the plunge. apparently, i was a good roommate to have if you wanted to meet and marry the girl of your dreams. i was the magic roommate.
well, maybe it was a little early to make that assertion given that only 5 of my 11 roommates (not quite a majority) were married, but it was a sound theory and the examples only continued to roll in.
the donald (#10)
broms (#2)
brende (#8)
now we have some serious proof. 8 out of 11 roommates married. i was good to have around apparently. so, when bruiser (#5) and i decided to get a place when i moved back to KC in 2000 i warned him, "you know dude, this will be the third time we've lived together. you're gonna be in serious trouble." "what are you talking about?" queried the bruiser. "i am the magic roommate. you're in danger of falling in love and getting married." "you're nuts. i'm not even dating anyone right now."
a year later, we waved bruce and his new bride goodbye and i was looking for a new apartment.
fast forward through 3 years of living on my own and a phone call from mr. wilcox asking if i "moved to beverly, would i mind having a roommate?" "heck, no. let's make this happen."
so, when cade first met arthur, one of the first pleasantries disclosed was this "magic roommate" theory. i warned him. he warned me of a similar theory he possessed. we had a laugh.
of course, unless you are completely dense, or just haven't seen this yet, you know the outcome of this little yarn. the magic roommate theory has been scientifically proven. the latest experiment took a little over 16 months. and it passed with flying colors.
congrats art (#12) and leanne. God bless you both in this endeavor.
by summer 1997, i had had a total of 8 roommates. that summer, a number of us were fortunate enough to attend the wedding of one of those roomies in the beautiful, lush hills of auburn, california. dan (roommate #7) and christy married in a lovely outdoor affair, and a tradition was born.
the tradition of my roommates getting married.
now, anyone who knows me and my current, immediate circle of friends knows exactly where this is going. if that's the case, hang with me and play dumb. if you don't know, just follow along. either way, it's worth continuing.
two years later, in 1999, all matrimonial hell broke loose. i was invited to 18 weddings and was a part of a personal best 6 wedding parties. including, but certainly not limited to roommates dave (#1) and brian (#9.) a year later, in similar, if not lighter fashion, the good doctor (#6) and grommetron (#11) continued the unmistakable trend and took the plunge. apparently, i was a good roommate to have if you wanted to meet and marry the girl of your dreams. i was the magic roommate.
well, maybe it was a little early to make that assertion given that only 5 of my 11 roommates (not quite a majority) were married, but it was a sound theory and the examples only continued to roll in.
the donald (#10)
broms (#2)
brende (#8)
now we have some serious proof. 8 out of 11 roommates married. i was good to have around apparently. so, when bruiser (#5) and i decided to get a place when i moved back to KC in 2000 i warned him, "you know dude, this will be the third time we've lived together. you're gonna be in serious trouble." "what are you talking about?" queried the bruiser. "i am the magic roommate. you're in danger of falling in love and getting married." "you're nuts. i'm not even dating anyone right now."
a year later, we waved bruce and his new bride goodbye and i was looking for a new apartment.
fast forward through 3 years of living on my own and a phone call from mr. wilcox asking if i "moved to beverly, would i mind having a roommate?" "heck, no. let's make this happen."
so, when cade first met arthur, one of the first pleasantries disclosed was this "magic roommate" theory. i warned him. he warned me of a similar theory he possessed. we had a laugh.
of course, unless you are completely dense, or just haven't seen this yet, you know the outcome of this little yarn. the magic roommate theory has been scientifically proven. the latest experiment took a little over 16 months. and it passed with flying colors.
congrats art (#12) and leanne. God bless you both in this endeavor.
posted by cade at 6:06 PM
16 Comments:
You should live alone with cats. Cats don't get married...
You know, Cade, since the finances aren't in the best of shape right now, I'm SURE there is a way to market this...
"Tired of the dating scene? Want to settle down and start a family? It has been scientifically proven that living with me will get you married. Room with me, PAY the rent, and within 12 months you'll be married. Guaranteed!"
dave- great idea. craigslist, here i come.
beck- cats are immoral and sinful creatures. also, only crazy people live alone with cats. oh wait.
Thanks for the well-wished, Bun.
The ultimate test would be to live with Fletch.
Although, that would mean that your theory can work miracles.
Pffffft.
Just kidding, fletchypoobear.
"The ultimate test would be to live with Fletch."
Oh my gosh, if I had been drinking when I read that, my screen would have been dripping wet!
I can't remember all of Cade's roommates, perhaps Fletch is already one of the minority. Still not fair to my man Fletch.
All I can say is, I didn't know it at the time, but it worked for me! Cade, you definitely earned that tux, I'm glad I didn't make you guys pay to rent them after all. I will give you an endorsement on your craiglist entry (for a modest fee).
One last thought: you've lived by yourself for how long? I think you need to count yourself in the mix as someone for whom it hasn't worked. Or maybe you should move in with a girl you want to marry, just to make it happen...Of course, that might backfire...
seriously, fletch and i have talked about this. (he has a similar power over the romantic foibles of roommates if i am not mistaken.) and i am not jumping on this bandwagon.
Come on in, cade, the water's fine!
or, if you prefer Stephen King:
"Everything floats down here!"
btw, i am making no comment about "living with a girl." just know that that joke has been made more than once.
and it was my pleasure to stand up at your wedding and to impose my little theory on you.
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Where would you file that in craigslist?
Services: Skill'd Trade?
I too will acquiesce to your talent, however Dones also has a gift... one of purity... by sleeping on the couch next to you while you are watching a movie with your g-friend.
Cade, we're never living together.
i will verify the truth of the cade factor.
i too am a "lucky charm"
in one year i new of 25 couples getting hitched.
the next year i new of 50 different people - not all were couples.
that is a lot of f****** dish towels.
i can't think of one roommate i have ever had who didn't get hitched. my personal best is 2 in one year.
frickin brutal.
for reals cade, lets start a businses. you can have the east coast and i will take the west. we can put neal clark warren out of business.
oh and thanks for openning a wound.
leanne,
that was just mean.
maybe i am just waiting for the right women?
maybe i haven't found my equal?
the last time i took a girl home to meet the fam they pulled her aside and confessed their relief that, "whoo, we are just glad he isn't gay."
ouch.
women? plural?
yeah i converted the LDS church
bastard
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