Led Zeppelin and Primus

My brother once told me that every guy has a Zeppelin phase. I always believed it, because what he told me was gold, it was the bible. I said yes, he said no, I said no.

I believed it until my fiancé declared his hatred for Zeppelin. He likes Slayer; he likes the Beatles, but not Zeppelin.

And yet, I found myself living in his frat house style quarters in the transition from my cute little Greenpoint studio to our cute Capitol Hill apartment fully equipped with vintage features, breakfast nook and claw foot bathtub.

But that’s still a week away and in the meantime; his roommates surround me. These guys still haven’t moved past their Zeppelin phase, as well as the loud murmur of video games and progressive rock bands that they’ve recently joined.

I find myself drinking Irish Car Bombs and watching skateboarding tricks on the carpet in the living room while I apply to jobs that will position me in the demographic of business casual.

Yet today, they are trying on suits. Doesn’t seem too far of a stretch…