The first three nights of our trip were spent in a performing arts sublet. Prior to arriving at the apartment, all I knew was that it was located in the upper west side. Imagine our horror when confronted with four flights of these stairs, up which we had to drag our luggage. I don’t know if you can really get a sense of the angle, but the stairs were so steep as to remind one more of a ladder than stairs. Lisa came down from Syracuse for a visit, and when we arrived back at the apartment full of wine, tired of walking and with a bad case of the giggles, it was all we could do to make it up the stairs. I think it took us, like, five minutes, and we were laughing our asses off the whole way.