It’s bad enough that Wendi’s downstairs neighbor fancies himself a musician and feels compelled to practice his guitarwork (sometimes with accompaniment) all hours of the night. (Dude, here’s a clue: If you were any good, you’d be doing actual paying gigs on Saturday nights instead of engaging in six-string masturbation in your crappy apartment.)
But tonight, I came home (at 1am) to… a huge boistrous party going on in the townhouse adjoining ours. Did I mention that the balcony everyone’s crowded onto is right outside my window? Oh, but it’s okay, because apparently they warned us first and even extended an invitation. (I wasn’t here for this. If I’d known this was happening, I’d have sought refuge elsewhere.)
Great. So it’s 1:30 in the Ay Em, and I’m not likely to get anything resembling sleep for… what? Two more hours? Three? And I have places to go and work to do, tomorrow. Frelling lovely.
I guess I’ll get some work done on that livingroom PC I’ve been (re)building (again)…
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4 responses to “I must be hitting that “old fogey” stage.”
I agree with lilith, totally uncool.
Hey Duck,
Part of this is my fault because when I lived there I told them that fair warning was required or I would call my buddies on “THE FORCE” I have, however had to go over a couple of times and say “Enough!!” and they are usually pretty good about it. Then again, they have seen me practicing swordwork in front of the apartment. Want to borrow a blade?
BtFR
lol @ swordwork. Now that’s effective.
If you might be getting to the “old fogey” stage, then I’ve definitely zipped clear into the thick of it. I utterly DETEST neighbors who cannot seem to have fun without blasting their obnoxious music at ridiculous decibels. If you want to hang out with friends while listening to uber-loud music, that’s what CLUBS are for. A place to go & listen to loud music so that a different kind of clubs aren’t used on you!!!