A year ago, I lived in a spacious apartment in Queens where hosting guests was a no-brainer: if I had two guests, they could sleep on the fold-out futon in the living room, or if I even had three guests, the third could sleep on the air mattress in the dining room, and I’d still have my bed (and room!) to myself. Now that I live in Manhattan, space-wise I am not so lucky. If guests sleep in our bed, we share our futon in the lounge room, but since the lounge room is basically the only other room in the apartment other than the bedroom, we officially now have no free floor space. Oh, the joys of living the life in Manhattan when hosting.