Food and More Apartment Junk

I'm having better luck with apartment searching today, but it's still hard to know which places are lying. At least now that we've been all throughout the city, up and down Poplar and down side streets, I know the roads enough to tell which apartment buildings are going to be bad living. They always manage to hire a top-notch photographer for the main pictures, but if the photos of the inside apartments are done at bad angles, you know they're trying to hide something.

Last night, we got to walk around on Beale Street, passing by the huge crowd of dummies waiting for the Blue Man Group in the cold. We found cheap parking: another perk of a laid-back city, and we got to sit down in a restaurant without a wait after the cook talked to us outside about what we should eat. We had chicken and waffles for the first time and walked down the 'mall' strip where a black feral kitty rubbed its nose on my finger for a second before hissing at me. Everybody is fairly nice here. A little too nice, but oh well. Can't complain.

Some broke guy walked with us on Beale for a minute and talked in some weird dialect, using words like 'finna' and 'sat' (for Saturday), and when he realized we were broke and moving here from Indiana, he asked us for spare change and went on his merry way. It seemed like everyone we walked by had something to say about one of the restaurants, as if they all had pimps stationed at intersections to attract people to eat at their place.

Oh, we ate at Miss Polly's Soul City Cafe. The food was tasty, but holy shit, was it filling. We only ate one meal yesterday. That's all we can really manage down here.

The sun sets here at an ungodly early time. It's five o'clock here, and already, I can't see the sun behind the horizon. We have been confused about what to do because of it. After the library closes, all we have to do is walk around in the dark and go back to West Memphis to hang out in the WalMart parking lot until we get sleepy. When we get a place, we'll be able to leave the van in the apartment lot and go to music venues, but for now, we have no place to park to do so. Music supposedly plays in Midtown every night. There's some bluegrass band I want to see coming soon, but who knows where we'll be next week. We might not spend Thanksgiving in a building! Oh, no! Not [holiday]!

Oh, and side note, we don't have TV. Is there a war going on or something? I thought I heard something about it, but it was in between top news stories about the newly single Justin Bieber.

Well, hopefully next time I write something, it'll be in an apartment. Didn't I write that last time? Hmm. I guess I'll listen to Switchfoot's Only Hope and keep on hoping, you guys. Have a number one a-okay rest of the day!