Sunday, October 19, 2008

so often that you won't even notice it


In the interest of full disclosure, I have to admit something: our apartment is loud. It’s not horrible, and we’ve gotten used to it, but I just have to get that out there for the scores of you who will be visiting us and sleeping on our huge, comfy new couch.

Whew. I feel better already.

Now, look. This better not be a deterrent from any of you visiting us here in the big apple. Sure, maybe our living room vibrates a little from the rumble of the subway system below our building. So does my office in midtown.

And sure, maybe sometimes the couch feels like a vibrating massage couch at The Sharper Image. It’s really only like that during rush hour.

And OK fine, maybe sometimes we notice the pictures on the wall are a bit askew. It makes them look more exciting. Like an episode of Batman. Zammo!

The truth is, we really don’t even notice it anymore. Plus, for some inexplicable reason, you can barely hear it in the bedroom. It sounds sort of like distant thunder, which I kinda like. Come to think of it, I wonder if we could record it and sell it as a sleeping aid for millions! We could accompany it with soothing music! Like Enya! We could be rich! I gotta look into that.

In conclusion, if you come visit, we promise to provide so much ear-clogging fun that you won’t notice it, either. Or if you do, it will act as a built in alarm clock to get your ass off the couch, and go walk around New York City.

p.s. please enjoy this picture of my t-shirts in the closet, which Crissy color-coded for my wearing pleasure.

1 comment:

Illustrious Sally said...

If your apartment was perfect, how would you even know you were in NYC, and not Cleveland? Think of the noisiness as the soundtrack of adventure.