Conversations with my Roommate

Craig and I were woken up at noon by the sound of our downstairs neighboor's very loud reggaeton. He's hungover from a night of partying, and I'm exhausted from working tol one and not getting home til 2:30. We go about our morning, not really minding the music, it is the weekend after all. As I sit at the kitchen table checking my email, the resilient thumping from downstairs switched from reggaeton to merengue.

Craig's bedroom door swings open.

C: This song sounds just like that song from "In the Heights!"

E: Which one?

C: you know... um... 'Yeeba dabbadoo dedah!'

E: (gigglesnort) WHAT?

C: I realized as I started to quote it that I don't speak any Spanish!

E: (dies laughing)

C: I'm hungover!!! (slams door)