Aaah, Apartment Living

I've truly forgotten how much fun apartment living is. Makes me long for the days when all we had to worry about when we slept on our boat was the anchor dragging, sending us onto the rocks; or getting hit by lightning and getting sent to the bottom of the sea. We now live in a house that's been divided into four, using nice, flimsy walls as separators. We've been pretty lucky that the person we share the upstairs with is somewhat quiet - most of the time. Fridays are party nights though. She and her friends clomp up the stairs, located right next to our open window, anytime between midnight and 2am, and then have a good ol' time until they all pass out or clomp back down the stairs, giggling. Reminds me of my dorm days. Michael & I have an occasional night out, but we're usually back by 9pm and out by 10pm (unlike my dorm days).

I'm pretty sure that's what they look like.

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Today, I needed animation.)

Last night's fun (or early this morning's) involved the lone neighbor. She fell up the stairs, sounding like she might have hurt herself after missing a step, bounced around in the hallway for a bit, fell into her apartment, and then immediately passed out. Snoring. Really loud. Incredibly, Michael didn't hear the initial ruckus, but eventually the guttural breathing, sounding a lot like a scavenging wart hog, woke him from his slumber. He actually got up, walked around the apartment, and checked the outer stairs for good measure. Because that's how loud it was. It sounded like someone (or something) had gotten into our apartment and had, or was still having, a little too much fun.

Honey is that you?

About a half hour into this, the noise stopped. Michael wondered out loud if she had died. Nope, she was alive and well. We knew this because the nasal serenade started again about 10 minutes later. If I had had an air horn, I would have shoved it up against the wall and let loose. My second choice would have been access to a fire alarm box (I would have totally broken the glass), but it turns out that wouldn't have worked. Her alarm went off at 5:10am and sounded just like a fire alarm. Just as loud. Just as annoying. Louder and more annoying than her snoring. And yet she slept and snorted on. Impressive.

I like his enthusiasm.

I thought for sure the incessant honking would get the landlord up (he lives below). It really did sound like a fire alarm and could easily be heard from outside (guess it was a good thing it wasn't a real fire). But noooOOOOooooooo! That dratted bleeping went on for 45 minutes before the neighbor came out of her stupor long enough to turn it off. She immediately started snoring again, but then surprised us when 10 minutes later, she was awake and stumbling back down the stairs before disappearing into the pre-dawn darkness. Whooey. I'd hate to be whoever she's meeting. Here comes a hungover, probably still drunk, smelly Godzilla.

Now that's some morning breath.

I'm feeling a bit like Godzilla too, but think I'll remedy that with a little snooze.

I'm this cute when I'm sleeping too..

When I get up (and out past the barf on the next-door welcome mat - I'm not kidding), I think I'll go look for that air horn. There's always the chance the neighbor could come back for a nap. I might just have some fun...(I sort of miss dorm life; well, minus the throwup).