I have a theory that my next door neighbor is Samantha. As in Samantha Jones from Sex and the City. I’ve never seen her. But I hear her doorbell. And it is going off. Often. And not in the early hours of the evening. All I know about her is that our bathrooms seem to share a common wall, her guests tend to be male, and in the morning, I typically wake up to brushing my teeth to the beautiful wafting smell of strong stale cigarettes. Superb. Someday I’m going to be quick enough with the reflexes to find a reason to open my door at that perfect instant that mister x comes strolling off that elevator. Nosy me will be ready to see mister flavor of the evening (who, to be fair, might be the flavor, but that’s just not as fun now is it?).
It’s the quiet nature of the apartment and the fact that I know this about my neighbor that’s kept me from solidifying a housewarming party date thus far. Hmmm. Still can’t decide. In a complex where I get complaints for trying to hang up my photos on the wall, can I really swing an early Friday or Saturday soiree to finally show off my newly polished pad to my friends in the Big Apple? What do you think? I even had the menu all thought out. Just can’t decide if the woman on the floor with her baby and whomever else might not be pleased would let me survive the audacity of a little festive evening with the friends. What saith the jury? Should the party be on?