Saturday, March 23, 2002
Patrick and I went to apt showings today. A studio at 85 Henry #4 was advertised at US$995, deposit US$1245, garage US$100 more. About 15 parties were waiting outside with us. The apartment manager didn't show up. At another showing at 134 Duboce #15, the building was so scummy looking we didn't even bother going in. It was on the part of Duboce leading to the freeway, so we could tell it was going to be noisy all the time, even if the unit was in the rear on the top floor. There were some open doors and empty apartments across the street from Jumpin Java where we stopped to get a drink. I checked them out, but they were one 2-bedroom and one 3-bedroom—bigger than we need. While at JJ, Aaron walked in. He was meeting Georgie there and it was good we were there as the tables were all taken. We chatted a while and Georgie showed up. We took off—one more showing. This one was advertised as a 1-bedroom at 106 Sanchez for US$1495. In reality, this unit was a 2-bedroom apartment with no living room. The layout was awkward: the two bedrooms at the end of a long hall with the walled kitchen sandwiched in between, the bath off the hallway before all the rooms. Of all the apartments in the building, this was the closest to the fire station, which was almost directly across the street. We had a great lunch at La Mediterranee: avgolemeno soup, chicken kebobs over raisined rice. Picked up deli items for dinner from Harvest Market (where we were charged 30 cents for each of the plastic containers for the food). We got home and I was so tired I slept for 5 hours while Patrick mixed music and wrote. I woke up around 10:30 pm and we ate some food together, then back to sleep.