Teppy, my sympathies to you and yours.
A couple quick stories from my trip to Moldova:
On the Bucharest-Chisinau flight, Mallory sat on the lap of a Romanian porn star.
In Chisinau, we went to an African-themed restaurant called Kathmandu (we think they meant Timbuktu). Despite the decor, the restaurant served Moldovan and Georgian food. They had attempted to translate their menu into English, resulting in "papas fritas - free potatoes," "sweets, pies, and cud," "olives (not of the cheapest sort)," and my favorite, "crema fina - gentile cream." Made from real gentiles, one presumes.
The wedding started with the bride and groom receiving the guests.
The DJ/band they'd hired was fully in charge of the music; the couple
hadn't specified any particular selections. So as nanase, I'm
standing in the front of the group of guests as I have to get greeted
first. The DJ turns the music on...and it's the theme music from
Monty Python's Flying Circus. The groom and I made eye contact and
immediately burst out laughing, and from behind me I hear "Bloody
brilliant!" (the British ambassador).
P-C, I'm keeping my fingers crossed, but, yeah, there's a slight possibility that you may be SOL. My advice as a Bay Area renter of some standing is to (a) get a copy of your credit report ASAP, run off extra copies, and carry one with you to every single apartment you see; then, (b) if you're interested, get an application right that minute, fill it out, and hand it right back to whoever's showing the apt. along with the copy of your credit report.
The apartment-hunt dance is not as bad as it used to be in the mid-90s, when people would just show up at apartment showings with first, last and deposit in cash in their back pockets just in case they liked the place, but it's still kinda competitive for the really nice places.
But you still may get this one anyway. Just, if you don't, go at the next one fully armed.
You never know, P-C, landlords are capricious.
He did like me, and he feels guilty for making me wait almost half an hour to see the apartment.
and it's the theme music from Monty Python's Flying Circus. The groom and I made eye contact and immediately burst out laughing, and from behind me I hear "Bloody brilliant!" (the British ambassador).
Bwah! Did they do the splat sound at the end?
Thank you for the pedicure enabling. I think I'ma do it!
Dr. Dillamond
Fiyeeero, FiYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERO!
um, sorry to all who aren't wicked fans.
get a copy of your credit report ASAP
What's the best way of doing that?
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
Eleka nahmen nahmen
Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen
All helpful urges should be circumvented!
