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So, you post an ad for a roommate on Craigslist, and after sorting through hundreds of e-mails and restarting your computer a dozen times because of MySpace profiles gone wild, you narrow it down to a few candidates and fill up your weekend with interview appointments. Out of the dozen interviews you set up, three of them you're pretty sure you've seen on Maury Povich before, two of them bring dogs that have blood stains on their mouths, two of them you wouldn't trust with a plastic spork, and the other four flake. Which leaves the one person you choose to be your roommate, and boy do you regret it. He has band practice in your living room, leaves dirty dishes in the sink, makes you late for work by spending way too much time "combing his hair" in the bathroom, and has a tendency to do naked Yoga on the kitchen floor. If only he'd had some truth serum in him when you met. If only you hadn't wasted an entire weekend finding this loser. Here's how you avoid all of that: go to The Phoenix on Wednesday, August 22nd from 7-9pm for Flatmate Meetup and have a beer with dozens of potential roommates who will be so excited to meet you, they just might buy you a drink. There will be a bunch of cool people, looking for places to live, right there in front of you. If they aren't cool, well, at least you didn't let them into your house and didn't get Carpal Tunnel from rounding them up. | |