Thursday Room Hopping – Married in a Ruggles Pleasantville
Written by Bwog Staff
Bwog doesn’t have the cash to “pimp your room,” and we certainly don’t want to raid it and then date you. So we bring you the semi-weekly Thursday feature, the “Cribs-esque” Room Hopping, continuing with…
Ellen and Ashley C ’09 admit their newly painted jungle green Ruggles double has brought them closer together in a special way.
“We sleep like a married couple that doesn’t have sex,” Ellen says. She may be referring to the side-by-side set-up of their twin beds, but the two have certainly reached new levels of intimacy, even attaining that oft-celebrated sentence-finishing stage of friendship:
Ellen: We have breakfast together on the terrace. Ashley got a Waffle iron.
Ashley: I got a waffle iron…
Ellen: We watch UPN 9 together.
The two were scarred by the cold cinder-blocks of Carman 7 last year, and so entered snuggly Ruggles prepated to decorate. They painted their walls and organized their worldly possessions, which include Ashley’s under-the-bed sea of shoes and Ellen’s stuffed dog, which she says bears an uncanny resemblance to her “big-headed” best friend.
The girls were putting up new curtains as Bwog arrived. Their balcony, while convenient for pleasant breakfasts, may have enabled some indecent exposure.
“Whatever John Jay floor is right in front of us has probably seen us naked like a billion times,” Ellen says.
Some elements in the room that make it their own include Ashley’s kindergarten class photo, left, (“Its fuckin’ funny,” Ashley says. “I need to reconnect with my ‘Queens roots'”) and Ellen’s laminated newspaper clipping featuring her grandparents, below.
They employ Daft Punk and Vanessa Carlton as ambiance music, and have delighted in their stylish bathroom, right, decorated by a suite-mate’s mom.
The girls love their new pad, but Ruggles’ proximity to the frats has proved bothersome. “There are a lot of stupid drunk girls out there,” Ashley says. “We have to curse them out and yell at them in our pajamas.”
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