Of the twelve units in my building, five of them a filled with people who like to get together and get drunk. This hasn’t happened in a while. And the night is off to a worse start than usual because I’ve already had one of them head for the wrong apartment (or at least I hope that’s what happened) and end up trying to get into mine. Now they’re all out in our back yard having a grand old time and freaking me and my cat out. What’s even better is that with all the slamming around they’ve done up here, my downstairs neighbor seems to think I’m having a party and has banged on her ceiling to get me to stop. Sounds like the start of a wonderful night.<\/p>\n
At least now I’ve learned, from the last three or four times this has happened, that it’s ok to call the police if they get too loud. I’ll be going to bed with my phone and the police’s number ready by my bed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Of the twelve units in my building, five of them a filled with people who like to get together and get drunk. This hasn’t happened in a while. And the night is off to a worse start than usual because I’ve already had one of them head for the wrong apartment (or at least I … Continue reading Ah, Apartment Life<\/span>