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I slept at 22 Elliewood with 16 hundred dollar bills in my wallet. I dared not venture too far afield in such a vulnerable condition.
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At the landlord's dreary faux-wood-paneled office, we skimmed over the pile of papers and signed them without really knowing what they said. They're specifically designed to be incomprehensible. Yet if the terms were too bad, they'd have no customers, right? $1475 poorer, we drove away jubilant. All along we'd feared we'd jinxed the process simply because our circumstances, hopes and dreams had all been stacked against this moment and WITHOUT 129 OBSERVATORY STREET WE WERE SCREWED.
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Next we got some fake fruit mixers for some remnant vodka at the Pic & Pac (Jessika's favourite store in northeast Charlottesville) and proceeded on the Little High Street home of Nathan VanHooser and Janine to thank them for any part they'd played in our successful house rental. But they weren't home. As we had back on Halloween, we hung out on their astro-turf-covered deck and drank our drinks.
Back at Nemo's house, we met up with Zachary, Peggy, Monsterboy and Deya. We all had cause to celebrate, since now Monster Boy and Deya would also have some sort of place to live. It now looks like Deya's going to have a room in the house and Monster Boy is going to have a couch unless he can entice someone to let him share a bed. And Raphæl might even get in on the action and rent the basement for a music studio and other fun things. The only rules established so far are that the following people are banned from the premises:
We went to the Barracks Road ABC store and got a litre of 100 proof Aristocrat vodka and proceded to drink it right away. I thought that in spite we should go drink it on the Dynashack porch, but Matthew wanted to drink on the railroad tracks. That's where the homeless all drink the beverages of their choice. I don't really like the isolation of the tracks, I like interacting with random strangers as I drink. So we ended up hanging out in front of Follette's on University Avenue, drinking right in front of Dwain the tall lanky Corner cop. But our drinks were orange, and what Dwain doesn't know he doesn't usually want to find out. After all, unlike the nazis, we were being pleasant to everyone.
The pre-work nap was again at 22 Elliewood. I'm still homeless until we can move into 129 Observatory on Monday.