I'm terrified that when they return and see their computer broken
and their toothpaste moved, they'll think we've been snooping. I
haven't been snooping. I just wanted to buy theater tickets. That's
It occurs to me that I might as well snoop if I am going to be
accused of snooping. But I am not that type of person. When I open
the dresser drawer, I am just looking for printer paper.
Remember, this is a fabulous place. Situated 20-some stories above
New York's trendy TriBeCa neighborhood, the space gleams with two
virtues I've seen only in architecture magazines: style and
Where, I wonder, are the stacks of papers? The magazines? The
If there was a dust mite, I couldn't find it. Not that I looked.
On a living-room wall, a plasma TV hangs just so. It is framed by
tall, sleek speakers. There is no stereo because music is kept in a
computer and transmitted wirelessly.
Against an adjacent wall is a white leather sofa. On the shiny
hardwood floor, there's a thick, white faux bear rug on which a
person can rest his weary feet while sitting back and admiring the
And what a view. The window is the size of Nebraska, and it
provides a panorama of the wide, blue Hudson River (okay, the wide,
gray Hudson, but still
) and the serrated skyline of
Like I said, fabulous.
In a place this fabulous, you don't, apparently, have a pile of
printer paper on the desk. Which is why I was going through their
But I wore pretend blinders, looking solely for paper and seeing
And so it went throughout the weekend, one nerve-racking mishap
The window blinds, for example. They had them down with the slats
open. We put them up. When we tried to put them down again, they
became lopsided. We tugged and pushed, but they wouldn't