Reminds me of the late Spalding Gray's monologue, "The Terrors of Pleasure." We saw him perform it at Lincoln Center and were convulsing, with terror and pleasure, as we were scheduled to close the following week on a house upstate. There is an HBO version of it on Youtube. I believe it's pirated.
My family has had a very nice house in Maine for decades and what I wanna know is how come we never noticed you and Joyce Prime in it!? You didn't mention the stove or the primitive dish washer, but otherwise our houses were clearly separated at birth!
My mother used to say that people with summer houses were plagued with self-invited guests. I'm guessing your friend Joyce is not such a conscripted hostess. Not that anyone asked me, but unless Gary left her a pile of dough to gussy up the place, perhaps her close friend (with the same name) might suggest she sell it (if such is possible) or give it to the forest rangers.
Reminds me of the late Spalding Gray's monologue, "The Terrors of Pleasure." We saw him perform it at Lincoln Center and were convulsing, with terror and pleasure, as we were scheduled to close the following week on a house upstate. There is an HBO version of it on Youtube. I believe it's pirated.
Aha. Well, life is choices.
Sometimes our choices turn to nightmares over a lifetime.
Can’t believe this cabin really exists.
Why? Want proof?
I just read an article in the Times that said that you shouldn't treat pets like people. Unfortunately, it said nothing about houses.
Houses are much more demanding.
It looks perfect. Invite me next time. Except I'll have to come from pretty much West Virginia, which has a surfeit of places like that.
My family has had a very nice house in Maine for decades and what I wanna know is how come we never noticed you and Joyce Prime in it!? You didn't mention the stove or the primitive dish washer, but otherwise our houses were clearly separated at birth!
Ah... the tyranny of the second home.....
My mother used to say that people with summer houses were plagued with self-invited guests. I'm guessing your friend Joyce is not such a conscripted hostess. Not that anyone asked me, but unless Gary left her a pile of dough to gussy up the place, perhaps her close friend (with the same name) might suggest she sell it (if such is possible) or give it to the forest rangers.
A wise suggestion, but then where would Joyce (2) stash her banned (from West 15th street) bicycle?
I am not a New Yorker, so I did not know 15th Street banned bicycles. How did they do this, btw?
They don't. Joyce's building bans electric bikes because of the lithium battery. (It's in an earlier post of hers.)