pass the volvic
this weekend could have gone better. i think.
roomate jenn works 7 out of 7 days. so i went out on saturday to look at some apartments with roomate bridget. jenn and i had decided that we really liked one near her place. the street has a beautiful view of the empire state building. a little old. and run down. but the landlord was gonna fix some stuff and we were gonna try and fix some stuff. so, bridge and i saw it, we hooked up later and looked at some apartments in bridget's nieborhood but nothing was suitable. i got off the n train at queensboro plaza and the last thing bridge said to me was sunnyside (jenn's hood) was a go. we call the broker who calls the landlord to sign the lease the next day. at 1:30am on sunday my phone goes off but i miss the call. i see that its bridge but i think nothing of it. voice mail arrives. ok whatever. but then it bugs me. so i listen to it.
as a quick diversion, i must explain something else about this weekend. jenn got kicked out of her room and into the living room. she agreed to let the guy taking over his lease move his stuff in this weekend. what he meant to say and forgot to mention was that he wanted to start living here this weekend. so jenn now sleeps in the living room so i keep my door open and the ac up high so she's comfortable. thus i do not want to answer the phone and wake her up yadda yadda.
now where were we? the voice mail. it goes something like "hi. i've been walking around the city. i've been thinking, i don't want to move to sunnyside. i want to stay in my nieghborhood. if you guys want that apartment you're on your own." nine hours before we go to the office to sign. the night is then spent in a rage induced bout of insomnia. morning comes. i sit at the foot of jenn's bed and say "jenn, i have to tell you something" and she gets the story. jenn was perhaps the better of the two to deal with the situation. i was passionatly insane of course. so brigdet no longer has the title of roomate.
we call the broker and she immedeatly gives shows us a one bedroom... gorgeous. available immedeatly, fantastic. myque on paper is not fantastic. unemployed, no lanlord experience, out of state garantor yadda yadda yadda. everything plus the broker's fee which i was not aware of or prepared for means that the only way we get the appartment is if my parents loan me an extra month's rent. i have yet to call them.
this here is the clincher. jenn gave up her lease to live with bridge. and i could have moved into the third room. there was a room open earlier in the month in jenn's apartment. but we three were gonna stick it together. but no..
needless to say the morale of sunnyside's favorite gay couple is running low.
but the weekend was not with out its upsides. jessica of the ilse of staten graced me with improv at the upright citizen's brigade theatre. while standing in line who should appear but the ex-furure-roomate bridge. i would say i behaved as nicely as i could stand, even though it sent my leg in to muscle spasams. jessica then took me to dinner. sbarro's at penn station. classy. i tried to offer my three bucks cash but jessica refused which almost sent me into full system meltdown. when people buy me things it makes me sad that i need things...
jessica is fantastic. it makes me feel... so glad that i surround myself with fantastic people. well mostly that is...
roomate jenn works 7 out of 7 days. so i went out on saturday to look at some apartments with roomate bridget. jenn and i had decided that we really liked one near her place. the street has a beautiful view of the empire state building. a little old. and run down. but the landlord was gonna fix some stuff and we were gonna try and fix some stuff. so, bridge and i saw it, we hooked up later and looked at some apartments in bridget's nieborhood but nothing was suitable. i got off the n train at queensboro plaza and the last thing bridge said to me was sunnyside (jenn's hood) was a go. we call the broker who calls the landlord to sign the lease the next day. at 1:30am on sunday my phone goes off but i miss the call. i see that its bridge but i think nothing of it. voice mail arrives. ok whatever. but then it bugs me. so i listen to it.
as a quick diversion, i must explain something else about this weekend. jenn got kicked out of her room and into the living room. she agreed to let the guy taking over his lease move his stuff in this weekend. what he meant to say and forgot to mention was that he wanted to start living here this weekend. so jenn now sleeps in the living room so i keep my door open and the ac up high so she's comfortable. thus i do not want to answer the phone and wake her up yadda yadda.
now where were we? the voice mail. it goes something like "hi. i've been walking around the city. i've been thinking, i don't want to move to sunnyside. i want to stay in my nieghborhood. if you guys want that apartment you're on your own." nine hours before we go to the office to sign. the night is then spent in a rage induced bout of insomnia. morning comes. i sit at the foot of jenn's bed and say "jenn, i have to tell you something" and she gets the story. jenn was perhaps the better of the two to deal with the situation. i was passionatly insane of course. so brigdet no longer has the title of roomate.
we call the broker and she immedeatly gives shows us a one bedroom... gorgeous. available immedeatly, fantastic. myque on paper is not fantastic. unemployed, no lanlord experience, out of state garantor yadda yadda yadda. everything plus the broker's fee which i was not aware of or prepared for means that the only way we get the appartment is if my parents loan me an extra month's rent. i have yet to call them.
this here is the clincher. jenn gave up her lease to live with bridge. and i could have moved into the third room. there was a room open earlier in the month in jenn's apartment. but we three were gonna stick it together. but no..
needless to say the morale of sunnyside's favorite gay couple is running low.
but the weekend was not with out its upsides. jessica of the ilse of staten graced me with improv at the upright citizen's brigade theatre. while standing in line who should appear but the ex-furure-roomate bridge. i would say i behaved as nicely as i could stand, even though it sent my leg in to muscle spasams. jessica then took me to dinner. sbarro's at penn station. classy. i tried to offer my three bucks cash but jessica refused which almost sent me into full system meltdown. when people buy me things it makes me sad that i need things...
jessica is fantastic. it makes me feel... so glad that i surround myself with fantastic people. well mostly that is...