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Just Got Schooled… I think…

In The Daily Drool on March 12, 2010 at 1:10 am

Well, I’ve complained about my noisy neighbors (to the left) a fair share, but tonight, my friends, the tables have turned… and it’s all Gerard Butler’s fault.

(sigh)

It started with THE UGLY TRUTH… a movie I made much point of avoiding when it was first released, but then (sucker!) a friendly “You might like this” note popped up on my Blockbuster page and I said “Aw, what the heck” to Gerard Butler’s handsome, (Ooooh, so handsome!!!) mug.  It’s been sitting on my T.V. for the past week, and I didn’t feel like staring at the computer anymore so I plunked down to watch it.

(And although this isn’t a review-post, I will say the movie is fun.  A lot of vagina jokes… but fun.  I mean, as long as you look at the Romantic Comedy genre as Fantasy, the occasional Katherine Heigle movie is good fun)

So, the end of the movie comes along and that reeeeeeeeeeally catchy Flo Rida song,  “Right Round” – you know the one they play at the end of THE HANGOVER – comes on.  So I don’t turn the dvd player off right away, but let it roll.  I’m even up dancing around the apartment a little… but not too much, because about 30 seconds later my neighbor to the right KNOCKS ON MY DOOR!   And I’m thinking – Who’s selling stuff this late?  Nobody… Should I pick up a vase?

But I peep out the peephole and there’s some brunette woman in a snuggie (okay, maybe it was a robe, it was hard to tell) and I crack open the door a bit and she’s all “I can hear you”

Ummm…. what?

“Your music?”

(Brain is still trying to figure out what she’s wearing)

“I’m your neighbor.”

And this is when I get it.  So I clarify – “Over there?”

To which she stupidly nods.  Er, rather, she nods at me as though I’m stupid.

“Oh, okay, well, it’s just the T.V. but I’ll turn it down.”

WOW!  I wanted to ask her if she was ever that aggressive with the people on the other side of me.  I mean, in this little equation here, she and they would be the wafer, I the cream filling – but certainly she’s heard their boisterous party fouls echoing across the courtyard… Does she ever “Snuggie” up and give their door a firm knockin’?   I mean, if I strapped my Snuggie on every time I heard the Beastie Boys echoing nextdoor, I’d be living on their doorstep – “Oh, pardon our neighbor, she has sensitive ears!”

I could sit outside with a little squirtgun and spray them when they over-spoke/danced/laughed too laud/got carried away with the Rock Band…

(sigh)

And I was just watching T.V. – was it really that loud?  Have I gone deaf in my not-yet-old age?  Is she a middle-school teacher who’s had a bad day and needed to knock some heads around?  (If so, it’s a shame I didn’t open my door up wider for her to slap her ruler at me)  And really, who wears their Snuggies a skull-crackin’?

Anyway, the point is, I played “Right Round” too loudly tonight, and Gerard Butler made me do it.

No Snuggies were harmed in the writing of this post.  Also, author wishes to clarify that she herself does NOT own a Snuggie.


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Noise Pollution

In The Daily Drool on November 3, 2009 at 11:00 am

I fight a lot of noise in my little apartment.  There are the alley rats (aka garbage pickers who sort the recyclables at terrible hours) The school behind me full of shouting children, the garbage/recycling trucks, not to mention the other traffic trekking along to their parking spaces…  It can get noisy.  But my new neighbors?  My new neighbors need to SHUT the eff UP!

Because most of that other stuff I’ve gotten used to and can even ignore.  It all just sort of becomes part of the background… but the new neighbors seem to entertain every night, and apparently they have befriended some jackals- loud, rude-ass cackling jackals.  They keep no regular hours, but seem to play “upset the neighbors” at least 3 times a week!  I literally peaked outside last night to see if they had all their windows open, or bullhorns, or something… but alas, it’s just them and their terrible LOUDness.

So I waved through the window and said, ever so sweetly “Hey, it’s really loud, and it’s late, and I’m trying to write…”

My 31 year old hermitishness in full embarassed swing.

They quieted down.

And I feel a little better knowing that they’ve irritated others in the complex as evidenced by last weeks notice “Please don’t call the landlord if we are being too loud, just knock on our door.”

So they’re loud, proud, and unapologetic- at least in the sense that they know about their problem and aren’t really trying to curb it.

Which makes me feel not-so-bad about last night’s spinster-squawk at all.