As Tip O’Neill said decades ago, all politics is local. The Hispanic Party Elephant who resides upstairs became seriously angered over last weekend’s party-noise dispute (i.e., the one in which I was the bad guy for wanting to get some sleep at 1:45 am) and spoke to his pal the building owner, who then spoke to the lease-holder of this apartment. The long and the short is that the HPE has won and I’m moving out as of November 1st. And now I have to decide fairly quickly whether to hump it back to my affordable West Hollywood apartment or try and find a new place at probably double the rent (if not more) in the Manhattan-Brooklyn-Hoboken area. I’d pretty much decided to be a New Yorker the rest of my life, but the recession economy demands spartan austerity.