There is a reason posting has been irregular of late.
I don’t quite know how to say this. It will come as a shock to many, if not most, of you; it has certainly come as a shock to me. I considered trying to ease into the news, but all my efforts in that direction proved futile. So I’m just going to give it to you straight, as it were.
Last week, E.S. and I accidentally bought a dilapidated house in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, with the intention of fixing it up ourselves.
I realize that the words “dilapidated,” “Crown Heights,” “Brooklyn,” and “fixing it up ourselves” make no sense in a sentence part of whose subject is me. And yet they’re absolutely true, every one.
(For those of you not familiar with New York City history, Crown Heights is the neighborhood in which, fourteen years ago, a Chasidic man struck and killed a black child with his car and in which, the next day, a mob of black people, enraged at the inadequate medical care the child had received, stabbed an Orthodox Jew to death.)
By “bought” I mean merely “signed a contract to buy”; our ultimate ownership of the house is by no means secure, contingent as it is upon our getting a mortgage, coming up with money for a down payment, and most importantly not recovering the minds we’ve obviously lost.
But once you see the house you will understand why I’m hoping we stay lunatics for just long enough to close (in real estate terms, this means “finish the deal”):
Congrats! That’s exciting, and, well, crazy.
And now you live in Brooklyn. Ha!
Yay! New neighbors!
does it mean that you’ll be changing your blog title to “the search for love in brooklyn?”
but then again, i live in queens, so i will take back the “ew” if you want me to.
hmmm are you serious? I don’t quite know how to say this, but (gulp) it looks horrendous. Sorry – that’s just my reaction…
It doesn’t fit with my image of you sipping your mint juleps at all at all – although maybe the roof could have a nice garden..
I guess it’s official too if it’s true – love has been found in manhattan
I love it! I’m so jealous. You definitely need to leave the sign up!
I take it the church itself isn’t there anymore? Maybe you should start one of your own.
Do you think they meant light as in lite?
hey;)) It sounds like great news to me! Congratulations:) Perhaps you should be changing your blog’s title though, don’t you think? Unless it’s all part of the Odyssey;))
Good luck sausage.
That’s just beautiful. Congratulations!
Congrats. Get yourself a nehrhu jacket and white collar. Stand in fronr with a offertory basket and you should have it paid off in no time!
Hey your blog came up the tops in Google’s BlogSearch for “LOVE”.
I know that ‘cos that’s how i found my way in here. 😉 Anyway superbly funny stuffs here. Great job!
You poor bastards. Err–I mean, mazel tov! Did I mention I sold my house?
Congratulations you guys!
I’m so happy for you. Buying a house together is a big deal. I’m happy your relationship is thriving (considering how it first started). Who would’ve thought you’d end up this happy?
I’m glad E.S. came back into your life. I wish you guys many happy years in your new home, and many more years of blogging!
That is fabulous news! Congrats and good luck!
Will your blog now be called, The Search for Perfect Accessories in Brooklyn: A Gay Odyssey of Decor-Meiosis?
Wait, so you guys have the whole thing? Like, all three floors?
Congratulations! R and I are arguing about what subway stop this would be near. I say Franklin; she says New Lots. Well?
Urgent advice: have it inspected by a real certified home inspector before signing on the dotted line. Seriously. I have lots of horror stories.
Unsolicited and perhaps unnecessary advice that may nonetheless come in handy in, oh, a year or so: if it comes down to “pay someone else to fix it up for us” or “kill ourselves/each other,” it is worth it to pay someone else to do it for you.
Trust me on this one. Lots of horror stories here too.
Oy vey, vhat vere you thinking. Real estate & a new reelashunship-especially a rrreal fixa uppa–a shore vay to ruuin a reelashunship! And in Crown Heights!! I can only hope both your parents are deceased, ’cause dis vood kill um. The 2 are of you sound like such nice a boys, why why why?????
Oh. My. God.
Congratulations! It’s so exciting! It’s so hideous! Best of luck!
(I hereby make you a solemn promise: I shall be excited for you now, because you’re excited. And I shall be disgusted with you later, when you get to that point in your remodel. Because you will. Believe me, you will.)
You can come visit us out in civilization whenever you like.
I mean, congratulations!
As a former Lubavitcher and CH resident, I’d say this Rogers between Crown and Montgomery. Facing west. Right? Or do I just think I know that neighborhood like the back of my hand?
Congrats! If I ever come back to NYC I’m totally living in Brooklyn. I know that’s not terribly specific, but from what I’ve seen it reminds me of where I live in London.
I’m presuming that the sign means that every Sunday morning both you and E.S. will be awoken by the sound of angels. Unless “Gospel Light” means not-so-much with the Gospel music?
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