In the spring of 2004, just as I turned 40, my boyfriend and I lucked into a loft on Great Jones Street that had all the charm of a high-school gymnasium. Still, it was an untouched-since-the-’70s factory floor with nine windows and a view, mesmerizing at night, straight up the Bowery. But if you walked up to one of those windows — as people often did at the parties we seemed to be constantly having — you looked directly down into the shenanigans going on at the Bowery Bar (later renamed, for some reason, BBar). The day we first went to see the apartment, Andy skipped across the room and...…In the spring of 2004, just as I turned 40, my boyfriend and I lucked into a loft on Great Jones Street that had all the charm of a high-school gymnasium. Still, it was an untouched-since-the-’70s factory floor with nine windows and a view, mesmerizing at night, straight up the Bowery. But if you walked up to one of those windows — as people often did at the parties we seemed to be constantly having — you looked directly down into the shenanigans going on at the Bowery Bar (later renamed, for some reason, BBar). The day we first went to see the apartment, Andy skipped across the room and...WW…