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Been sorting through the rentals on New Providence to try to find the perfect place to rent for our stay there. Yes, as I noted in the other thread, Mrs. Taste and I, and our remaining Tastinos, are heading down south to go hoarse cheering for our horse, which, of course, is a dog.
After much looking, we found a great place on the North coast, west of Paradise Island. It is on a very small jutting of land, right on the water, two pools, big, all the fixins. So I call the contact number. Turns out the contact is a number for a law firm in upstate NY. I think, "that's odd." After being on hold, I get the paralegal on the phone. She tells me that the guy is so and so. I Goog him real quick like. Dude is a double Syracuse grad - BS and JD. Paralegal comes back on the phone. I'm already massively conflicted. She then says the guy is a huge basketball nut. I'm not making this up. I'm about ready to hang up with a quick, "um, no thank you, take care," when she notes that the place is booked for that week, and, I'm guessing, no doubt by this guy.
Anyway, I know where he lives. If a couple of you want to work something out I'm thinking maybe we can put a bloody, life-size Orange head in his bed down there during a Syracuse game or something, or have Chap STB dressed as Senhor Testiculo break in and mark the place.
After much looking, we found a great place on the North coast, west of Paradise Island. It is on a very small jutting of land, right on the water, two pools, big, all the fixins. So I call the contact number. Turns out the contact is a number for a law firm in upstate NY. I think, "that's odd." After being on hold, I get the paralegal on the phone. She tells me that the guy is so and so. I Goog him real quick like. Dude is a double Syracuse grad - BS and JD. Paralegal comes back on the phone. I'm already massively conflicted. She then says the guy is a huge basketball nut. I'm not making this up. I'm about ready to hang up with a quick, "um, no thank you, take care," when she notes that the place is booked for that week, and, I'm guessing, no doubt by this guy.
Anyway, I know where he lives. If a couple of you want to work something out I'm thinking maybe we can put a bloody, life-size Orange head in his bed down there during a Syracuse game or something, or have Chap STB dressed as Senhor Testiculo break in and mark the place.
