Monday night was no exception. As I left work, I received a text from my old boss. He said his friend would be arriving in Jasper around 10 p.m. and needed a place to lay his head for the night.
"Is he a sketch-bag?" I asked in response, knowing full-well my buddy would never send a creeper to my house. "He's a respectable dude. He's a teacher," I received in return. (I guess my smirk didn't really come across in my text message. Too bad, so sad.)
Then, before I knew it, Andrew the music teacher was here sharing beers and tales of the Edmonton Folk Festival.
I absolutely love that my friends know they can call me up at any hour and they'll have a place to crash, or a place for their friend to crash. Although my house sometimes feels like a hostel or a bed and breakfast, I'm always so happy to see old pals and to make new ones... which has me thinking that Ian and I should sign up for Couch Surfers.
What do you guys think? Are you on it? Have you ever had a stranger on your couch? Was it awesome or sketchy? Help a sister out and share your success and horror stories, won't you?