Remember the tawdry TV drama, Melrose Place? I basically live there — no kidding.
My apartment building is a total carbon copy of that show — except we don’t have a sweet Spanish-style palace. Nor do we have a gorgeous underlit pool. Oh, and none of our neighbors are backstabbing villainous types. But I do live right near Melrose Place and everyone in our building is an up-and-coming Hollywood type.
There’s the movie soundtrack composer upstairs whose scruffiness is directly proportional to how close he gets to finishing a new piece. The screenwriter next door who holes up except when she needs to take her blind, deaf dog on a walk or when she gives up quitting smoking and sits on the stoop smoking. And then the celebrity stylist chick who is always is carting around racks of clothing and looking way chic, even if she’s just taking out her recycling. And I bow in and out of our little world, sometimes here for weeks on end then gone for even longer.
Despite my frequent travels, we’ve become friendly enough to pick up each other’s mail, water each other’s plants, and go out for a meal every now and then. And, though none of them are my closest friends, I come to miss them and their quirkiness. Two of our residents are moving out this month so it’s sad in that end-of-summer-camp sort of way.
We’re getting together one last time for a little potluck and I decided to bring this salad because it’s easy but always gets major compliments. It’s a salad I turn to when I want a meal of a salad or when I’ve just made a lot of extra grains — though I love it with wild rice it’s equally awesome with quinoa, brown rice, or farro. So, while I don’t think a hottie like Jake is bound to move in and I hope a hellish person like Dr. Michael won’t become my neighbor, here’s to hoping my little Melrose Place won’t change too much.