Twelve Ninety-Two is not an Address

Last night I went trick-or-treating. Instead of asking for "treats" I was asking for their houses. I was with six other guys and we were searching for 8-10 person houses or adjacent houses. We found an amazing home on Abbot rd., four blocks from campus. We can't sign a lease for another two weeks, but that's not a big deal. So, after we get the landlord's name and phone number and address we search for his office to get the location and hours [since they weren't listed on his voice-mail].

Four people [myself included] get into the Paseo. We had directions for 1292 East Lansing, an office loop north of campus. After driving around it several times and checking the addresses we decide to check the attached apartment complex. We found the apartment offices at 1290, an address so close. After an hour of searching for 1292 we get a phone call, 1292 is a P.O. Box. So we drive back.

On the house: the garage was turned into a bedroom, the main living area is very spacious and connects to a dining room/kitchen, there are several bedrooms, there is enough parking for everybody to bring a car, it is adjacent to a 10 person house that is a total dump and [across the street] an office building. Nearby there is another interesting house, it has a red, rounded door; a bathroom that contains a single toilet and nothing else; and a very very large attic space.

On a completely unrelated note: I am a huge sucker and Patrick is a Licensed Mapologist.

I want to see Lost in Translation. I am thinking Thursday night.