Wed, Feb 25th, 1964
I wake up this morning to the phone ringing. More like screaming. It stops… Peter must have answered it…I think. Thank god. It so rude to wake people up this early with a freakin' phone call! Then I look at the clock. 11 AM. Good god.
"RUBY! IT'S FOR YOU!" Peter, my roommate, calls from the next room. Of course it is… I pick up the phone. "I GOT IT!" I yell, and here the phone click on the line. "Hello?" I ask into the phone.
"Hi, is this Ruby?" A man with a British accent asks.
"Yes, may I ask who this is?"
"This is Davy Jones. You called yesterday about our apartment." He replies.
"Oh yeah, you see, my roommate and I are looking for a place to live. The apartment we are staying in is being closed, so we need to find another apartment by the first of next month, and when I saw your ad saying you needed two roommates to split the rent with, I thought that sounded perfect! I know it's Short notice, I'm sorry about that!"
"Oh no, that's fine, actually, the sooner the better! See, what's happening is there are 3 of us already, and we can't pay the rent! With 2 more, the rent would be $50 each. Think you can cover that?"
I gasp. It's $100 each right now. With covering #50 less, I could afford to get the record I want almost right away! No saving! "Oh, we can definitely cover that, Davy." I reply.
"Great! So I guess you'll be wanting to see the place, and meet us, before you make any decisions. When are you free to come over?"
"Well, we have nothing planned today. So anytime. We could actually be there in about 30 minutes if you can be ready by then."
"Actually, that's perfect! See you then!" He replies, and the click on the other end tells me he's hung the phone up.
I run to the next room, and tell Peter the news.