Monday, August 08, 2005
roasted condo with boy scouts
Many, many events this weekend. Some big decisions made, some damn good hash, some fun to be had, and courtney love's snatch. We'll start at the beginning, and I'll separate the days into different entries. I've really got to put together a real blog so I can organize this stuff better...
Friday!
Started out the evening by making some calls about apartments and condos. Making calls after 6:00 to property management companies is usually a hopeless cause, but I ended up connecting with a woman who manages around 8 properties in the neighborhoods we're looking at. Asked her about two of them, and she gave us the lockbox code for them. The lockbox code was the same, so after some checking on our list, we wrote down about 6 places that were all under the same management company. They ALL had the same code. If anyone wants a place to throw a party, we've got access to a lot of keys. One of the complexes was almost completely empty so we could throw a pretty good one...
None of the places were really exciting, your standard one bedroom rentals, but we got a good look at what our price range would get us. Not much, but liveable until I find a consistent source of income.
We were originally going to the Kensington Grill to visit our buddy Jonathan, then decided not to go, then found ourselves right down the street from it. Decided to stop by and get a drink. But we were hungry. $75 and a few hours later we waddled back to the car filled with trout cakes, mushroom/prosciutto ravioli and the best meatloaf in the world. All washed down with the Firehouse Ale that our brave san diego firemen brew themselves.
Next entry...Hash, a new home, and how to molest a boy scout.
-z
Friday!
Started out the evening by making some calls about apartments and condos. Making calls after 6:00 to property management companies is usually a hopeless cause, but I ended up connecting with a woman who manages around 8 properties in the neighborhoods we're looking at. Asked her about two of them, and she gave us the lockbox code for them. The lockbox code was the same, so after some checking on our list, we wrote down about 6 places that were all under the same management company. They ALL had the same code. If anyone wants a place to throw a party, we've got access to a lot of keys. One of the complexes was almost completely empty so we could throw a pretty good one...
None of the places were really exciting, your standard one bedroom rentals, but we got a good look at what our price range would get us. Not much, but liveable until I find a consistent source of income.
We were originally going to the Kensington Grill to visit our buddy Jonathan, then decided not to go, then found ourselves right down the street from it. Decided to stop by and get a drink. But we were hungry. $75 and a few hours later we waddled back to the car filled with trout cakes, mushroom/prosciutto ravioli and the best meatloaf in the world. All washed down with the Firehouse Ale that our brave san diego firemen brew themselves.
Next entry...Hash, a new home, and how to molest a boy scout.
-z
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