No Vacancy.
My friend B and I are looking for a place together: 2 bedrooms in Hollywood, WeHo or Los Feliz. Doesn't need to be huge, but needs to have bedrooms with closets, decent windowage, and fully functional kitchen 'n' bathroom. And it shouldn't cost an arm and a leg. An arm, fine, but not a leg.
It would appear this is too much to ask.
We were walking around Hollywood in an ever-widening spiral of despair, calling every number listed on every sign outside of every apartment building. Nobody answers, no vacancy, $2100 for 600 square feet. Then a short woman dressed in black steps out of the bushes. "You need apartment, yes? Come, first floor, turn right, I show you apartment." Sounded like she was talking around a mouthful of borscht, but we could tell she really wanted us to see this place. Who are we to argue with Russian stubbornness? And delicious beet soup.
It's a cute little gray house-like building with lots of bushes outside. And then bang! we go in and it's the most perfect apartment I've seen in this city. Shiny pale wood floors, crown moldings, little built-in shelves in the corners of the dining room. Chandeliers. It's airy and bright and...chandeliers. In all the rooms.
She was only asking an arm and a thigh.
But there were two girls already sprawled on the floor, filling in their mothers' maiden names and how they got evicted once but it wasn't their fault. And I really wanted to tell them to move, because that's where I was going to put my spring green divan with the mahogany pedestal table, but I really need my thigh money to get me through these next few months of Building My Network.
Back to Craigslist it is.
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