Saturday, June 9, 2007
East Village, June 2007
I found this door in an alley, but I can't remember exactly where. It normally goes in one of those blue plywood barrier walls that surround construction sites.
My Mom is visiting this weekend. She flew in yesterday and in the evening we sat on the bench in the courtyard behind my building, enjoying its serenity amid the trees and the pigeons. I told her how quiet my apartment is and how much I like living in the back of the building.
Then, wouldn't you know it, someone across the courtyard had a blowout party that lasted until 5 a.m.! Only when the sun came up did they finally disperse. Before that, they sang "Happy Birthday" at the top of their lungs, played Sinatra's "New York, New York" several times and yelled obscenities at a neighbor who opened his window and told them to pipe down. At one point they broke a bottle and I decided to call the police - but when I walked around the block to see which building address to report, the police were already there.