Later that night, I helped Tinny carry some piece of furniture she found on the street up all five god-damned flights of stairs up to her apartment! It was just a furniture kind of day!
After a few knocks, it was clear that no one was going to answer. We figured that maybe everyone was out on the balcony deck with DLR and they couldn't hear us. We decided to head up to the roof and see if we'd be able to get a vantage point of the party from there.
When Mike went upstairs to go to his apartment, he discovered that someone (who'd apparently spend the majority of the evening drinking red wine) had make a big purple mess right outside his door. When I apologized on behalf of the unknown guest, Mike shrugged and earned the Fonzie thumbs-up of Coolness by shrugging and replying "Who cares? This is why I own a mop!"
Later that night Count Beachula was a good enough friend to go all the way out to Greenpoint with me to interview potential new subletters for my old apartment in Brooklyn. Apparently, they're all about plants there now. Check out the view of the kitchen from the top of the staircase. (For all y'all that are new to the site, back in 2000, me and three friends of mine from college signed a five year lease on an empty loft - we converted it into a two-storey, four bedroom apartment, and since moving to Manhattan, I rent out my room there).
Here's us in the stairwell with Joey Cavella after being let out by the elevator repair guy. (When we called Joey to tell him we were stuck in the elevator, he was out partying and was a little drunk and thought we were fucking with him. He was all like "Yeah, so you want me to come down to the office and open the door because you're stuck? Yeah right!", then hung up! It took us three calls to convince him that we weren't kidding).
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