damn you, saunders.

this has been quite the weekend. my roommates, myself, and three of our friends decided to get an apartment together next year, so we've been meeting with realtors all weekend. thursday night we met with john the rental agent, and he planned on showing us a 7 bedroom, 2 bathroom, 4 story, enormous house that we'd been raving about all week via craigslist.org. so we see it, we fall in love, but decided to wait until we see a few more properties before we settled for this place (saunders, we called it, after the street it was on).

the next day, none of us could get this gorgeous place out of our minds, so i called john and told him we wanted it, and he said to bring in a check as soon as we could, since our word alone wasn't enough to reserve it for us. fair enough. that night at work, he called me saying there was a group meeting with one of his co-workers about our beloved saunders. after a game of phone tag, a mix of bad news (apartment taken) and good news (they forgot their check book), we ran around like crazy people, making 1 AM and 9 AM trips to a plethora of banks, and managed to get our applications and check into his office by ten o'clock the next morning.

sadly, around noon on saturday, john called me and said his co-worker had gone to the group's house the night before, picked up their check, and called the landlord himself that morning to clear his peeps. so despite my flirting, our willingness to look at his nasty apartment, encountering weed-smoking angry tenants who tell their friends via cellular device about "las personas en la fucking casa. grr.", the girls' collective scrounging of $3300, and a desperate morning drive to allston, our precious saunders was stolen from us. i'm telling you, we thought we had it. we were convinced. and now we are running aground on the apartment rental shore. DAMN YOU SAUNDERS!!

we will never forget you.