Too many visits from Nick, combined with M.’s new commute and my poor car’s roof-slashing, equals looking for a new zip code.

We might have hit the jackpot location wise on the first weekend out, but I’m afraid to jinz the scene. Suffice it to say, if shit works out, we’ll be living in one of the world’s most pricey ‘hoods. Since neither of us are pedophilic pop stars, that doesn’t mean Dubai.

It’ll be fun to tell Nicky farewell.