The other day when H.J. and I got off the subway in million-hipster-deep Williamsburg after having spent most of our recent free time viewing apartments in Queens, I remarked that, "For better and for worse, Queens is irony-free."
It is without irony, then, that I simply report that we are most likely moving to a kickass apartment in Long Island City. And no, not the cool part of Long Island City. Invitations to housewarming party pending approval of our application.
