connecting*the*dots

My neighbors threw a party last weekend and it got me to thinking about the make-up of our setup here in BK ever since.

I never watched the show for more than five minutes at a time, but our apartment area is like a ghetto version of Melrose Place; the primetime soap opera centered around a courtyard where the beautiful people met as they came home from their snooty jobs. We kind of have got the same thing going on… well, with the exception of the snooty people and a pool. Instead, we have the smell of garbage, crying babies in the middle of the night, random gunshots once a month and at least a car accident per week.

They call my neighborhood trendy. I guess. I think that’s what they called Alphabet City 15 years ago while all the inhabitants were getting mugged. I don’t know about all of that, but I’m down with these digs. The kids (they’re all under 25! Yikes, I’m getting old) are cool, and they throw pretty righteous gigs. It’s just fun to imagine Heather Locklear coming home from the ad agency and stepping around a bum to get into the place.