Wednesday, April 18, 2007

I want to live with a cinnamon. pile.

I think we need to start with things related to this.

Exciting Possiblities

So with our new found information we have several options how we can us it...

1) Throw a hotel party their this weekend to disturb the isolation...

2) Start ordering pizza's to eli's room

3) Send a stripper

4) Start mailing cryptic letters

anymore suggestions?

fucking freak folk


Drew, you have cracked it wide open.


So i call the Travelodge San Francisco (yes from work) and ask to speak with Lito. A woman says, OK, what is this regarding? I hang up!


So now we have to plan our attack!

interesting developments

so after discovering this blog, i have some interesting information, that when matched up with previous posts leads me to one strong conclusion. Eli revealed on his last day in town to a friend that he was staying in a motel by SFO, this taken in conjunction with the proximity to IHOP leads me to one conclusion... eli is staying here http://www.tripadvisor.com/ShowUserReviews-g33116-d81553-r2861145-Travelodge_San_Francisco_Airport_North-South_San_Francisco_California.html please note also the rude employees aka lito... a few phone calls and this mystery should be done

call me ishmael

oh, eli. we'll find you before this month is up. thanks, kewlben, for starting this insane blog!

a couple additional observations/ideas:

i met jacob at the tahlia birthday party and talked to him for a long time. i think he lives in the haight or something. as a last resort we could hunt him down and force him to tell us, but that takes the fun out of it.

eli mentions spring breakers, which means he's close to the marina. where else would 'young couples' on spring break hang out? i think the beach street ihop must be the one he's referring to. we could call all the motels around there and see if a lito picks up.

Wow, you should be the lawyer

A quick search of the literature reveals this about Eli's hotel:

*He refers to it as a "hotel", but it must have a kitchen with fridge and stove (and free wireless!)
*There is a man at the front desk named "Lito" who Eli hates.
*He pays by the week.
*I had previously thought that he could see a 24-hour IHOP from his window, but he actually remarks that it is "less than a minute walk from my door".
*Someone named Jacob is bringing him groceries from the Richmond, so he must be in San Francisco, or very close.
*On 4/17 he writes, "this new room is not facing the highway so i can actually hear people outside sometimes." Would he consider Lombard Street a highway?

A quick search on the IHOP store locator reveals these locations:
*200 Beach Street San Francisco, CA 94133-1216
*2299 Lombard Street San Francisco, CA 94123-2703
*4101 San Pablo Ave Emeryville, CA 94608-3611
*2398 Junipero Serra Blvd Daly City, CA 94015-1647
*316 S. Airport Blvd South San Francisco, CA 94080-6704
*590 El Camino Real San Bruno, CA 94066-4347

day 1: it's a bad bad bad bad world

So yesterday we didn't go to work, and instead bought clothes at American Apparel in the Marina. Driving on Lombard street, I was discussing with Tahlia my theories about how Eli was probably staying around here, since I remembered that he had been mentioning IHOP in his blog, and how I thought this is really the only IHOP around. And we're driving by IHOP and right next door is this shiteous green motel called Surf Inn and there's a huge sign that says "Free Wireless" and I'm thinking, fuck! That's probably where the fucker is right now, posting away on his blog an writing animal fiction!! So we stop in. We agree in the car that Tahlia should do all the talking because, well for obvious reasons. Our story was that we have a friend, Eli, staying at a place on Lombard and Pierce, and we're not sure which one. My tradeoff was that if they called Eli from the front desk, I would have to speak to him on the phone.

We walk in to a tiny room that reeks of curry that looks like the waiting room to a Jiffy Lube and talked to a bushy eyed man behind the desk who was very friendly, actually concerned, and looks up Eli's name (after asking what country our friend was from-- we said the United States!) He's not listed, and Tahlia and I look at each other, wondering if maybe Eli is crazy enough to check in under a fake name. But how, with the credit cards could he do that I wonder? And Tahlia reminds me that in movies, people always 'sign the books' with a fake name, but I'm really thinking that Eli is paranoid enough not to do that. And the man behind the counter suggests we try another place down the street, and even though its fucking windy outside, we walk over there. To be fair to Tahlia, she probably could have quit after this one try, but I'm starting to feel a lot like Nancy Drew, and my enthusiasm propels us to try six more places.

A few notes from each failed** attempt:

Presidio Inn: This place also smelled like curry, and had a similarly bushy eyed man with gold chain who was screaming on the phone at someone, possibly a family member. We pretended to look at brochures for a while. No Eli.

Super 8 Motel: The guy here was very concerned that we were missing a friend! He pointed out a number of other places to check out, and we were starting to feel doubtful of ever finding Eli.

Days Inn*****: We are very suspicious of the Days Inn! Because we walked in and Tahlia did her little spiel about our missing friend, and as soon as we said "Eli" the man said, "There's no Eli here"--- without even checking the books! And then he looked at us weirdly and THEN checked the books and said no Eli and we just get a bad feeling about this place. Eli, are you possibly crazy enough to get the front desk guy to cover for you???

Some really fancy place: Well, actually it was not fancy at all, but compared to the other dumps we went to this place actually had something that resembled a hotel lobby, with carpet even, and the guy behind the desk was WHITE, so we were pretty doubtful that Eli would be here. But we asked, and the visibly annoyed white man said no.

America's Best Value Inn: There was a woman here. She was not that helpful, and she informed us we were on Steiner and Lombard, not Pierce and Lombard. Thanks bitch.

Greenwich Inn: Looked like a place for Eli, but he wasn't here. Also, Tahlia's confused friend speech was starting to sound a little bit rehearsed, and this guy seemed very suspicious, so we left.

On the drive home, we were thinking about what we would have said had we had him on the line. It retrospect, our plan was pretty half baked, so its no great loss we never found him.