You’ve Gotta Be Kiddin’ Me, Right?…..


Partying at A’s, the math genus, apartment includes way too many doctoral candidates in a confined space. But thanks to large quantities of booze, brain activity is muted and conversation comes down from the academic to realistic.

I was standing next to A’s roommate pounding tall-boys of Olde English and comforting the fact that the kick-ass loft they now lived in would soon become condos and send their butts looking for new housing.

“That blows.”

“Yup.”

Our drinking had come to the point that multi-syllable words were used sparingly.

“Ya’ll thinkin’ of buying it?”

“Too expensive.”

“How much they want?”

“$250,000.”

“$250,000, you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me, right?”

“Nope.”

“For this place. Don’t get me wrong its nice. I like it, but $250,000.”

“They are revitalizing the whole neighborhood. Things that were $100,000 two years ago are double that today.”

“Fuckin’ ridicules.”

“Tell me about.”

“We’re gonna get to the point were no one can afford a house.”

“Maybe.”

“$250,000! What a joke.”

“Yup.”

Seriously, I want to know who pays $250,000 for a three bedroom two bath loft. I say that three bedroom liberally considering one bedroom is mini-loft that looks down upon the other sleeping areas. For $250,000 at least buy a nice loft with exposed brick in a chic neighborhood with great restaurants; not an over-sized hotel room in the middle ground between city and suburbs.