KittenToes
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The dust has finally settled and we are now breathing normally again. And we weren't out of breath for any pleasurable reasons, either.
After we said a sad farewell to all of you, the saintly LeeAllure was kind enough to give us a ride to the bus station so we could Greyhound home to our current NYC base. (Our chauffeur had the day off, and the Learjet was being serviced.) We thought the only problem was the 4 hour trip from Philly to NYC, caused by an accident which jammed the highway. As it transpired, this was the least of our worries.
Alarm clocks come in many forms. On the Tuesday morning immediately after NEST, ours came in the form of an admirably muscled NYC Marshal, who in combination with our superintendent, had come to evict us.
Apparently, my formerly-trusted roomate had, during my absence, faithfully collected rent from the other tenants every month as requested, and embezzled it. He'd gone to housing court 3 times in my stead with various sob stories about why the rent wasn't being paid, having concealed and destroyed all letters from the management company, who were understandably concerned about the half a year of unpaid rent.
So there Jon and I were out on the street at 9:30 a.m. with a few suitcases. Fortunately a friend put us up for a night, while I did what any modern and independent young woman would do and called Daddy. Performing artists do not have a half year's rent tucked away in savings accounts, and if I didn't come up with the whole past due amount by the next day I was going to lose the apartment. Thank God for understanding parents, Internet banking, mobile phones, and adjustable credit limits. Somehow we got the money together.
Next day, dressed in my most virginal of long white dresses and armed with a cashier's cheque, I appeared before a kindly female judge and Gave Good Daughter. The opposing attorney even dropped his professional hostility and accidentally called me 'sweetie'. "Give her possession FORTHWITH" said the judge in fluent Legalese. So back home we went, and attempted to explain the Legalese to the Dominican superintendent, who, after a quick call to the building managers, reluctantly handed me the key. Forthwith, of course.
Fortunately, the NYC Marshal had only interrupted us having "normal" sex when he arrived that Tuesday morning.
Can you imagine if he'd come to evict us, had to bang very loudly on the door to make himself heard over my hysterical laughter, and then had to help Jon untie me? So let's give thanks for small mercies.
Anyway, we were so happy to attend NEST, meet old friends, and make new ones. We really enjoyed giving the Bondage workshop, and thanks to all for once again making the job of DMing so easy. I, the Diminutive DM-ette, didn't have to sic Jon, AffectionateDan, or TickleChgo on anyone!
We will post our thanks to all a bit later, along with tales of yet more drama that prevented us from posting before. Meanwhile, love to you all, and see you next year.
After we said a sad farewell to all of you, the saintly LeeAllure was kind enough to give us a ride to the bus station so we could Greyhound home to our current NYC base. (Our chauffeur had the day off, and the Learjet was being serviced.) We thought the only problem was the 4 hour trip from Philly to NYC, caused by an accident which jammed the highway. As it transpired, this was the least of our worries.
Alarm clocks come in many forms. On the Tuesday morning immediately after NEST, ours came in the form of an admirably muscled NYC Marshal, who in combination with our superintendent, had come to evict us.
Apparently, my formerly-trusted roomate had, during my absence, faithfully collected rent from the other tenants every month as requested, and embezzled it. He'd gone to housing court 3 times in my stead with various sob stories about why the rent wasn't being paid, having concealed and destroyed all letters from the management company, who were understandably concerned about the half a year of unpaid rent.
So there Jon and I were out on the street at 9:30 a.m. with a few suitcases. Fortunately a friend put us up for a night, while I did what any modern and independent young woman would do and called Daddy. Performing artists do not have a half year's rent tucked away in savings accounts, and if I didn't come up with the whole past due amount by the next day I was going to lose the apartment. Thank God for understanding parents, Internet banking, mobile phones, and adjustable credit limits. Somehow we got the money together.
Next day, dressed in my most virginal of long white dresses and armed with a cashier's cheque, I appeared before a kindly female judge and Gave Good Daughter. The opposing attorney even dropped his professional hostility and accidentally called me 'sweetie'. "Give her possession FORTHWITH" said the judge in fluent Legalese. So back home we went, and attempted to explain the Legalese to the Dominican superintendent, who, after a quick call to the building managers, reluctantly handed me the key. Forthwith, of course.
Fortunately, the NYC Marshal had only interrupted us having "normal" sex when he arrived that Tuesday morning.
Can you imagine if he'd come to evict us, had to bang very loudly on the door to make himself heard over my hysterical laughter, and then had to help Jon untie me? So let's give thanks for small mercies.
Anyway, we were so happy to attend NEST, meet old friends, and make new ones. We really enjoyed giving the Bondage workshop, and thanks to all for once again making the job of DMing so easy. I, the Diminutive DM-ette, didn't have to sic Jon, AffectionateDan, or TickleChgo on anyone!
We will post our thanks to all a bit later, along with tales of yet more drama that prevented us from posting before. Meanwhile, love to you all, and see you next year.
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