Trying to find a Los Angeles sublet for the summer- within our budget- is as slippery and twisted as charting Madonna‘s romantic liaisons post Guy Ritchie. It’s a serpentine endeavor, this whole reading between the lines thing, deciphering what is true and what is only mostly true. It’s all those key buzz words peppering Craig’s List and Westside Rentals. “Convenient to the 10” can mean the eastern bedroom window sucks in freeway exhaust during rush hour. “Pet friendly” might translate to everyone in the building works all day and leaves their poor pooches to yap and woof until the cows come home. Which, as we all know, in LA is after sushi and mojitos.
If you have to ask, Darling, you can’t afford it. Which as it turns out, is a moot detail anyway, because no one on Craig’s List ever answers your e-mails (especially when they notice your out of town area code). So here we sit. Grazing the Internet till the migraines kick in, picking through rentals beyond our budget, hoping for an affordable hidden gem amongst the inflated glut of summer housing in Los Angeles. Unless we’re looking for a roommate. We could afford one room. Shared bath. With a UCLA student.