Boulevard of Broken Bones

Trip Start Feb 14, 2013
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Saturday, April 20, 2013

The Mustang was delivered on Sunday, as promised. Unfortunately, due to America's desperate need for excessive bureaucracy, I was not able to drive it until I had been to the DMV. My favorite place!

Luckily, CSHL puts on a shuttle for the DMV once a week, on Tuesdays. I arranged my forms, prepared myself for a thorough grilling, and went. Fortunately, it was much less busy this time since it wasn't the start of Spring Break. I showed my forms, got a number, waited until my number was called, showed my forms, and was handed a license plate. Success!

My fellow Davenporter had much, much worse luck. He got a different lady to start with who took one look at him, and clearly decided he was not fit to register a car. Without going into detail, he spent 3 hours at the DMV and still can't drive his GTI...We had to go back to the dealer in Queens to solve this issue, but that was a Saturday job.

To celebrate my car's registration we went out to Centerport to view a flat (actually, we had planned to take the GTI). It was super nice, with a pool table in the basement. We asked if the pool table was staying, but Phil (our favorite real estate agent) had no idea, and didn't ask for us either, damn! Anyway, the flat was a little far away for some parties and so was stricken from the roster.

Phil then took us out to another flat near Huntington. This one had a tower and a mezzanine kitchen/living room. Did I just say tower? Yes, with a spiral staircase and a jacuzzi. However this house didn't have enough bedrooms. There was a study that could be a room, a dressing room that could be a room (if you don't mind glass doors being the only thing separating you from the main bedroom), and a room in the basement. Really, it was a one bedroom house, with a guest room in the basement...and a jacuzzi.

The car was magnificent, only requiring as much fuel as a small country uses on a yearly basis, so probably the most efficient car on the road. It drove like a champ, makes a good noise, and people even fit in the back if you force them.

Thursday we looked at another flat. It was very cheap and in Oyster Bay, the nicest area around (apparently mean income of $110,000). Not surprisingly, it was Oyster Bay's worst house, the girls were very diplomatic when we were asked if we wanted it, claiming that the rooms were "a little small". I tried not to blurt out that the place should be condemned before it burns to the ground due to the fact that the wiring was clearly done using spaghetti as a template, and the various holes throughout the house might be an issue should we encounter some light rain in the next year.

This brings us to today. Dealer day. Finally, the GTI would be sorted out, and the dealer would yield to our Doctorly might. We got in the 'Stang and headed for Queens. Incidentally, having a more powerful car makes highway driving, particularly merging, much more convenient. I choose my spot in traffic, put my foot down and the Mustang abides. Glorious.

We made it to Queens boulevard, nicknamed the Boulevard of Death for its ability to generate car accidents, getting there without a scratch, although we were the only ones as everyone else's car had some deformity. As if our run of bad luck wasn't bad enough last week, the dealer wasn't there and wanted us to drive to Bohemia (read: 45 miles back the way we came) to meet him.

Get fucked!

Needless to say, things have not been sorted out for the GTI (Trav and Dave, I know we will have your sympathy).

We looked at one more flat today, very studenty, writing on the walls, small kitchen, no jacuzzi. It was very close to right, but we aren't students anymore, we're young doctor professionals, who need to maintain an image of professionalism! Anyway, the search continues it seems.

Finally, tonight is the first big lab party that I will attend. It's at the boss' house and should be a lot of fun. I managed to find a bottle of Roaring Meg Pinot Noir to take. Hopefully it's as eventful as promised.

It looks like I didn't take many photos this week, so you can have an assortment of random pictures, including J. Watson's Jaguar, expensive Fish and Chips, a craft beer (which was average) and the progression of the blossoming tree.
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