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Living in a tiny pseudo one bedroom in the Lower East Side (and I’m not being modest when I say tiny), you would think David and I wouldn’t get too many visitors. On the contrary, we have guests every other month, at least. In the beginning, I wasn’t too thrilled about most of these guests. Not because these people were jerks, nasty, or had bad B.O., it’s just that I’m, to a certain extent, a private person (aside from the, ahem, blog, Twitter, and Facebook account). Recently though, I’ve begun to enjoy having friends stay over. I mean when do you have an excuse to go to nice restaurants and party it up during the work week unless you have guests from out of town? Sure you feel like death the next day at work, but it’s always worth it. And best of all, guests usually come bearing fun, and sometimes, delicious gifts. MORE »