The Night Before Coursemas

(... continued from the last post ...)

Amidst all the rain, C received an email from the really nice flat we applied for that our application had been declined, and we couldn't find out why. This had been expected, so we shrugged, told Nat, and hurried to the university shop to buy an umbrella. We've decided to try again for flatmates, in parallel with finding a 2-bed with Nat. The law of large numbers and all that.

We headed through Albert Park (very pretty, with lots of big, old trees), and onto Queen Street, where we split: G to go to ballet, and C to carry onto Ponsonby for another house viewing. For most of the way to Ponsonby, it rained heavily, then all of a sudden, it was brilliant sunshine, and the brolly dried off almost instantly. It was about 1km up a fairly steep hill, and then down an un-sign-posted street (Google Maps, thank you), and C was ten whole minutes *early*.

... long pause to let that sink in ...

The house was lovely: very minimalist, with big open spaces, and the bedroom would be unfurnished, save for a wooden rack type thing that would only really be suitable for hanging clothes. Of course, the huge suitcase stuffed with hangers got lost en route, so it would be quite impractical. Having said that, we are getting desperate, and the house was nice, and well located, so we expressed an interest. There is also a vegan cafe on the same road the house is on, so C popped in to get some cake.

We met back in the hostel, and tried the cake. Truly, it was vile. A quick google later revealed it's a raw vegan cafe. Still, at least there might be a job there for G: teaching people how to bake properly... C got engrossed in finishing "Requiem for a Dream" (the book), and G job hunted. We arranged two viewings for the evening, which were conveniently in opposite directions. The first was *completely* unfurnished, so we turned around and walked out. The second was right downtown, we'd be sharing with a chef who is out from 11:00 - 00:00, and we had a good long chat with the person we'd be sub-letting from. He was a really nice guy, and very helpful and chatty, and we didn't feel like we'd be murdered in our sleep, so we put in an offer.

Then, finally, to retire to the hostel for some well-earned food (C walked 9 miles!) and the first half of "Almost Famous", and to sleep for the first day of uni tomorrow... only to be awoken at half two in the morning by a really loud, drunk couple... thank goodness for G's earplugs.