Embarrassed doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. The party started at 9 but got shut down at 1 a.m. by my landlord. Everyone was really kind and comforted me but I still couldn’t help but feel like a kid living with his parents.
Normally I would have ignored his complaints but my living situation (rent and location) is great and I don’t want to mess with it. Funny what we are willing to put up with in order to keep a great apartment. Only in New York.