Liza:
I was uploading a slew of old pics to my Flickr account and wanted to add "Eton Mews" as a tag for some of them since I lived there. I wanted to double check that I had the spelling right so I Googled it, and lo and behold, this is the first page that showed up! I didn't know reviewing apartment complexes was a component here, but here goes:
The nine months I spent at Eton Mews were the worst months of my life. This was partially because I had chosen roommates poorly, but also because we were paying so damned much to live in what were essentially Tums-colored cardboard slums for frat boys. They came furnished with "couches" no one taller than a Muppet could be comfortable on. The walls would dent if you merely looked at them, and don't get me started on the giant spiders that infested our unit.
Its only redeeming quality was the shuttle bus it offered to campus since it was so damned far away.
After I moved out, I returned once or twice for parties. One where the Knievals (sp?) played that got busted almost immediately, and one community theatre party at which I honset to God sucked some guy's dick ON THE FRONT PORCH!!! God, being young was stupid.
