er… let us in? Yesterday, after months of thought, planning, stressing, packing, driving, walking and flying…the apartment search began. What a shitshow! Agnes had not yet had the pleasure of searching for a dwelling in or around NYC. Leonard had…and he bribed everyone in a 50 mile radius not to tell her how miserable it is.
Armed with a love of Brooklyn, an overnight bag, a computer tuned solely to Craigslist, and Hammerhead (to shuttle them around), the duo set out to find new digs worthy of their lofty dreams and good enough for their pup! Never before had they realized there were many neighborhoods to choose from. Never before did they know the streets in Brooklyn follow no order (where the hell’s the grid system!?). Never before did they realize that only millionaires can afford a 200 square ft studio in Park Slope. Never before had they seen so many ghettos in one concentrated area. Still, unabashed by the umpteen weirdo realtors who called or the countless dead whores who peppered the closets of the “premium” places they were shown, they searched on. They hit one of their favorite watering holes for a much needed mid-afternoon bloody mary. They circled the park, in what can only be described as a scene out of National Lampoon’s Vacation. They led Hammah down pothole-laden streets, really testing her new kicks. Oh…and it was raining! At the end of the day they still hadn’t found a place but agreed, after a fit of delirious laughter, “there’s always next week…”
Special shout out to Aggie who treated Leo to an overnight in a penthouse apartment for his birthday (view above). Damn he’s got it good!
Anyway, we’ll be sure to keep you posted!