Another one bites the dust
Hey, remember stooper ecs?
(Yes, this is the third time using this very, very awesome photo.)
Ecs is one of my favorite people, who I fully expected to continue making inappropriate comments with well into our old age and cackling our wrinkled old asses off. If years from now we didn't still live nearby, well, we would surely still live in some reasonable drivable or flyable proximity to each other.
So last week, she decided to move to Melbourne, Australia, where her fiance lives. Originally, he was going to move here, and they've been jumping through the many flaming hoops of the visa process for the past half a year. Finally after his recent visit, they were like, F this. Why go through this whole elaborate process just so they can continue to live like college students in Brooklyn and never save any money because it's all going to rent, with no end in sight? I was sad and surprised at this news, because while it's normal for love-interest dudes, no matter how awesome they may be, to not stick around for any significant period of time, I really don't expect a good friend to disappear so quickly. But I really can't blame them. And of course it gives me an excuse to go to Australia, and all I need is the flimsiest excuse to ever travel. But if they stay there permanently, the reality is I'll probably only see them a handful of times again.
Ecs' fiance's aunt Elaine, who by my understanding, has been living in Little Italy since way before scary Warriors era, remarked, "New York is a hard city, but it wasn't always like this. It used to be reasonable to expect to pay one week's salary for your rent. But who makes $2500 a week now?"
I'll tell you who, apparently: those late-twentysomethings in the coffeeshop who can while away the day casually chatting without going to work. Ka-BLAMMO! I just SLAMMED those guys! I bet they'll feel really bad as they drift off to sleep on their like 1000-thread-count sheets tonight.
Tonight, I pour out a bit of my Corona to the memory of ecs on the stoop.
Duuust, in the wiiiind....
Farewell, drunken stooper.
We also tip our bevs to stoopin' Steve, who has returned to Portland for his last year of school.
(Yes, this is the third time using this very, very awesome photo.)
Ecs is one of my favorite people, who I fully expected to continue making inappropriate comments with well into our old age and cackling our wrinkled old asses off. If years from now we didn't still live nearby, well, we would surely still live in some reasonable drivable or flyable proximity to each other.
So last week, she decided to move to Melbourne, Australia, where her fiance lives. Originally, he was going to move here, and they've been jumping through the many flaming hoops of the visa process for the past half a year. Finally after his recent visit, they were like, F this. Why go through this whole elaborate process just so they can continue to live like college students in Brooklyn and never save any money because it's all going to rent, with no end in sight? I was sad and surprised at this news, because while it's normal for love-interest dudes, no matter how awesome they may be, to not stick around for any significant period of time, I really don't expect a good friend to disappear so quickly. But I really can't blame them. And of course it gives me an excuse to go to Australia, and all I need is the flimsiest excuse to ever travel. But if they stay there permanently, the reality is I'll probably only see them a handful of times again.
Ecs' fiance's aunt Elaine, who by my understanding, has been living in Little Italy since way before scary Warriors era, remarked, "New York is a hard city, but it wasn't always like this. It used to be reasonable to expect to pay one week's salary for your rent. But who makes $2500 a week now?"
I'll tell you who, apparently: those late-twentysomethings in the coffeeshop who can while away the day casually chatting without going to work. Ka-BLAMMO! I just SLAMMED those guys! I bet they'll feel really bad as they drift off to sleep on their like 1000-thread-count sheets tonight.
Tonight, I pour out a bit of my Corona to the memory of ecs on the stoop.
Duuust, in the wiiiind....
Farewell, drunken stooper.
We also tip our bevs to stoopin' Steve, who has returned to Portland for his last year of school.
posted by Colleen at 11:32 AM
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