i got a response from the craigslist girl yesterday afternoon. she said she was available yesterday evening.
i sent her an email, told her i could go over that night.
she finally replies, gives me her address, i send her an email that i'm coming and tim and i head over at around 930 to central street in waltham.
we get to the address, almost hit a man on a bicycle, pull into a rundown apartment building in the middle of what looks like a pretty tough neighborhood. we head to the front to check mailboxes to buzz her (she didn't mention anything about apartment numbers and didn't give us her phone number).
most of the mailboxes have the names scratched out. the place looks like we might get shot at any second. a very affable kid (maybe 16?) with his younger brother, that i can only describe as "inner-city youth", come into the foyer where tim and i are looking dubiously at the mailboxes.
he asks if we need help. we ask if he knows stacy wilson. he wrinkles his brow and asks if she's black. we don't know. he proceeds to tell us he doesn't want to sound racist, but only "blacks, mexicans, and a few indians" live in this building. we explain we're looking for a moped, he brings us down to the storage area, obv no chick could get a moped down there without a pretty huge struggle. we go back to the car, after thanking our very friendly and helpful urban tour director.
we find wireless. check googlemaps. there's a central avenue!!! the woman just said "47 central" in the email, no endnote. feeling victorious, we go to 47 central avenue.
the only building in the area of 47 is a warehouse.
it is dark and pouring, the bad parts of waltham are a terrifying place to be late at night, tim almost asks me to ask a crazy-looking man on a bicycle directions. we high-fived after every near-death experience. the high five count was about 5 after this rainy, wet waltham disaster.
dejected, we finally head home, sans moped and pretty annoyed at this chick. i had plans in brighton so we went on another wild chase to figure out how to get to brighton from waltham.
i emailed her very diplomatically when i got back to internet, just explaining that we got lost and couldn't locate her at 47 central street, and we could come out again tomorrow (which would be tonight).
the email bounces back. mailbox deleted.
wtf, stacy wilson.