So there is a little cottage on my block for rent. It's an old place, so old in fact the city told the lanlord to evict the current tenant since the place was out of code. After a few months of work, the place is up for rent.
For $3900/month, 2 bedrooms 2 baths. Utilities/cable not included. No ocean view. $3900 a month.
No joke.
I don't think I even know anyone who makes that kind of money.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
It's That Time of Year Again...
My Town has an outdoor concert series at the park down the street from me. I've noticed several things:
1. The standard uniform: Tommy Bahamas shirts, shorts, and flip-flops for the guys, and maxi sundresses for the ladies. Without fail. Millionaires disguised as surf folk.
2. My apartment abuts a small access street. People LOVE to park there in the summer time. Mind you, our streets were constructed long before tricked-out SUV's hit the scene. Imagine a dinky street lined with behemoth vehicles, and you have an idea as to what my block looks like each Sunday afternoon in the summer.
3. People will leave behind used diapers, food wrappers, paper cups, and those ubiquitous red cups that underage partiers love to use. I guess money doesn't buy class after all.
4. Unruly babies and children love my street and the echo effect it produces. The post-concert "I'm tired" screeching can be heard for blocks, I'm sure.
5. The Grateful Dead tribute band that plays every year draws the largest crowd.
6. People-watching at this thing is epic. Forget about the Gentleman's Club or the Garden Club. Deals are made at these concerts. Investments discussed. Tips on "bargain" homes going for 700K. Best schools for your college-bound kids. The new guys in town who are capitalizing on the Stand-Up Paddling craze. The new personal trainer/Pilates instructor/College-Prep tutor/boutique medical practice.
Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.
1. The standard uniform: Tommy Bahamas shirts, shorts, and flip-flops for the guys, and maxi sundresses for the ladies. Without fail. Millionaires disguised as surf folk.
2. My apartment abuts a small access street. People LOVE to park there in the summer time. Mind you, our streets were constructed long before tricked-out SUV's hit the scene. Imagine a dinky street lined with behemoth vehicles, and you have an idea as to what my block looks like each Sunday afternoon in the summer.
3. People will leave behind used diapers, food wrappers, paper cups, and those ubiquitous red cups that underage partiers love to use. I guess money doesn't buy class after all.
4. Unruly babies and children love my street and the echo effect it produces. The post-concert "I'm tired" screeching can be heard for blocks, I'm sure.
5. The Grateful Dead tribute band that plays every year draws the largest crowd.
6. People-watching at this thing is epic. Forget about the Gentleman's Club or the Garden Club. Deals are made at these concerts. Investments discussed. Tips on "bargain" homes going for 700K. Best schools for your college-bound kids. The new guys in town who are capitalizing on the Stand-Up Paddling craze. The new personal trainer/Pilates instructor/College-Prep tutor/boutique medical practice.
Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.
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