I have a bad feeling about this...
Mood: worried
Music: bass line to "Here in My Car" or whatever it's really called
Posted on 2006-02-12 00:12:00
Words: 157

So most of Friday afternoon, djedi and I noticed a party going on somewhere near us, and we eventually figured out it was the apartment directly below us, which apparently has some new occupants. When we returned to the apartment, it smelled like cigarette smoke (actually, what it really smells like is a hotel room where people have smoked in the past or something. ewww.).

So, fine, a party on Friday night isn't such a huge deal, and the music wasn't too loud. Unfortunately, ever since we got back from dinner tonight, there's another party going on. Same smell (actually, it never went away), louder music, and hearing of conversations on the balcony below us. (I mostly hate listening to other people's conversations, especially inane ones). If this keeps up, we may have to drop a depth charge on them or something. Although, on the plus side, I won't feel guilty playing DDR at my place anymore...

9 comments

Comment from gregstoll:
2006-02-12T00:22:14+00:00
Oh, God, now karaoke "(I Just) Died in Your Arms"! Aaaah!

Comment from destroyerj:
2006-02-12T00:24:40+00:00
Must've been something you said, eh?

Comment from gregstoll:
2006-02-12T00:27:17+00:00
Hah!

Comment from winocas:
2006-02-12T11:04:54+00:00
Haha! you haven't heard karaoke until you're heard Mr. Jones butchered by twelve tonedeaf drunk people.

Comment from onefishclappin:
2006-02-12T08:35:59+00:00
Suck. Time for complaints to the office. That sucks. (Our new next door neighbors had a huge loud party and there was enough outcry that they have only done it once since - one much smaller and they puts notes on all the nearby doors saying "We'll be having people over, here's my cell number if we are too loud." And it was for New Year's eve or some time when you would expect loud parties.)

Comment from tehfanboi:
2006-02-13T11:03:07+00:00
Well you don't want to be suspected as the "NARC neighbor" so I suggest you crash the next party, hang out for a bit. Run upstairs and call the cops on a noise complaint. Come back down so you can act bummed out when the police break up happy hour. They'll never suspect you, because YOU WERE THERE!!

Comment from onefishclappin:
2006-02-13T11:11:40+00:00
Good plan!
krikwennavd used to the "The Cool Old Guy" who all the punks liked and looked up to. If they managed to get loud enough the TCOG had to step out and say something, they knew it was for real. And a TCOG's girl friend, the scary gangsters in the parking lot always watched out for my car and said hello when I walked in (instead of catcalling like when the other girls walked by).

Comment from djedi:
2006-02-13T13:39:30+00:00
Hehe! Clever plan.

Comment from taesmar:
2006-02-13T17:31:53+00:00
Three words: Loud Sex Noises. That will teach em.

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