Two days before my one-year anniversary of moving into my dee-luxe apartment in the sky, I noticed that they changed the name of our apartment complex. Without any notice. Just…boom…new signs pointing to the leasing office.
I had just stopped calling it “The Village,” which is where I lived with BvP from 1997 until 2004. What cracked me up more wasn’t the new name (we went from having a name like “Riverside Apartments” to a name like “The Top of SmallTown”) but the weird art-deco Gotham city representation of the apartments.
My apartment building looks NOTHING like that. Nothing at all. I’d like to see an art-deco representation of the old people in motorized wheelchairs that sit just outside the lobby and drink beer all day.
Yeah, I blurred out the name. If you’re hellbent on finding out where I live, it’s never been that hard to do. But I’m not going to serve it up on a silver platter. Just a paper plate. 😉
So, greetings, friends, from the Top of SmallTown!
*Remember when Prince went by a symbol?