A few minutes later I wake up to someone nudging my arm. It's Guy-of-the-day. "She's asleep," he whispers. I stare at him in disbelief: "So???" "Can I get in there with you?" "No!!" He slunk back to her bed.

!!!

Damn. I know beer makes ya stupid, but I don't think it explains this level of stupidity....

She didn't believe in birth control because she was a good Catholic, and every month was an adventure

You'd think that adding a "Oh, and I used birth control" to the end of her confession wouldn't be all that bad. Sort of like confessing you didn't refill the tank after totaling your friend's car.

You'd think that adding a "Oh, and I used birth control" to the end of her confession would be all that bad.

This was my sister's sophomore year roommate, only she was an Orthodox Jew who would have sex with her boyfriend and then immediately schedule a mikvah. (She also left her cell phone on auto-answer on the Sabbath so she could recieve calls without *technically* turning anything on. Her definition of "observant" was, shall we say, flexible.)

Wow, Jessica. I think I'm more orthodox than your sister's sophomore year roommate.

I had to google mikvah. From wikipedia:

Its main uses nowadays are:

* by Jewish women to achieve ritual purity after menstruation or childbirth
* by Jewish men to achieve ritual purity (see details below)
* as part of a traditional procedure for conversion to Judaism
* for utensils used for food.

Mikvah

Heh.

by Jewish women to achieve ritual purity after menstruation or childbirth
for utensils used for food

....but not at the same time.

....but not at the same time.

Bwah!

I have realized that I always know when my coworker is just past her period, because she comes to work without nail polish on Monday -- she goes to the mikvah on Sunday, I guess, and there's no nail polish in the mikvah!

Her roommate kept having sex with her boyfriend while my friend was in the room.

That happened to me once. This roommate was named Gary, his girlfriend was Carrie, and the story works better if you say the names in his very heavy Lawn Guyland accent.

Anyway, Gary and Carrie had the habit of hanging out in the dorm room. One evening, while I was lounging on the bed reading, I noticed that the rest of the room was quite dark. I looked around, and Gary and Carrie were on Gary's bed. Both down to their underwear and clearly not about to stop there.

With as much nonchalance as I could manage, I said I was heading downstairs (to the vending machine) to get a Coke. Without missing a beat, Gary said, "Can you bring me back a Sprite?"

I decided to take the scenic route to the vending machine and got back to the room 45 minutes later. By then, they'd finished.

we were at BU

Hey, a fellow Terrier! What dorm were you in?