Corinne and Joey live in a beautiful house in New Jersey, and were such sweet hosts. They own the best couch in the world and made gorgeous improvements to the walls and rooms to personalize and really make the house look like them. We played ping pong on a blue table and listened to Corinne and Joey laugh. Nate found a treasured book from my and Corinne’s childhood, called Life’s Little Book of Destruction. Nate’s sense of humor was tickled by these awful pages, and I secretly thought he would have DEFinitely gave been a friend of our’s way back when.
Nate and I left for the city after a delicious breakfast, Scattegories, and hugs. Our Air BNB awaited, and we were ready! We found our brownstone in Harlem marked with pretty red flowers (maybe artificial) and we moved in for a few days. The studio was intelligently organized to maximize space and comfort, and was colored with bright paintings and decor. Nate walked in and made a b-line to the handful of books on the shelf. The place was perfectly sized for me and Nate, and Sher curled up in bed with us. Due to his nerves, we stayed with Sherlock that day and took a mini tour of the town. “Ah the citEEE!” Nate said as he strutted toward Morningside Park. We passed the Harlem Museum of Jazz and avenues named for unsung heroes Baldwin, Malcom X, MLK, Jr., which made Nate happy. We passed a trash can with the sign “Household Rubbish $100 Fine,” and Nate pointed out a discarded pair of sweatpants inside. This fueled blocks of theory. Nate and I joked that the police were on the hunt for a violator of the house rubbish law, who may or may not be wearing pants. We kept our eyes peeled but luckily never found the pant less offender.
