I had to wake up early this morning and get the apartment in order (and order some new coffee filters!). For some reason, the financier of the apartment building we live in is randomly touring units?
Our lender requires an annual tour of the Tobacco Loft Apartments. We send a rent roll to the lender and ranom apartments are selected.
On — between 10:30 and 11:30am we will be conducting a tour of your apartment. I will accompany all who enter your home.
So some bean counters are going to be dusting for fingerprints or counting my socks or whatever– not sure. It was a little tough waking early due to the Brewers dogged insistence on sucking last night. We were over at the Main Depot and things got slightly-but-not-too out of hand when the new bartender-in-training was practicing making shots like ‘Red-Headed Slut’ and ‘Pussy Juice’. Pussy Juice = Crown Royal, Pineapple Juice, Something Else.
Lawman has been hunting well for the perfect craps table for Joe’s and I can assure you he’s getting close. Even spacebee is getting in on the action; she wants to ‘get good’ before we hit Vegas in a week and a half. Nice: we’re either gonna lose all our money in the first 15 seconds or become fucking rich. I wanna stay in that groovy suite with the bowling alley– AND THEN BOWL 10 FRAMES OF GUTTERBALLS. Moo hoo ha ha.
Gotta run and hide my socks ‘n shit.