Apartment Shopping

My parents are always talking about buying an apartment in New York. They won't ever do that, because it would be too wonderful, but they seem to be getting slightly more serious about apartment shopping, because found a couple of places in the paper, and had me check them out. So, this afternoon, my friend Asian and I checked out this apartment.

The place was okay, even though there was hand railing around the hall, which made me think that it was the apartment of an old person, who probably died in the apartment. Also, the real-estate agent probably thought that Asian and I were a gay couple. The apartment would probably be pretty good for a gay couple, since one of the living room walls is made up of sliding doors covered with mirrors. It felt like being in a dance studio. And I love to dance.