Gypsies, tramps, and thieves

As Jeanette and I complete a move to New York's East Village (from here on out known as E.Vil.), it's comforting to know that Las Vegas tackyness is riffing on our new 'hood. This certainly takes the pressure of your trusted bloggers to come up with a surrealist art project based on their home.

However! We already devised said surrealist art project, as soon as we found out about the apartment. We shall behave, for the duration of our stay in E.Vil., as though we were actually in ancient Rome (complete with using chamber pots instead of toilets, and emptying them onto the street through our conveniently-located living room window.)

Personally, I think we should divide our time between ancient Rome and the Old West, so that we can hire part-time saloon girls to attend to our needs. We also require someone with tumbleweeds and a wind machine, so that they can blow past while Jeanette and I duel in front of the massage parlor next door to our building.

Any takers?

-A.