Sunday, March 16, 2014

Sunday Confessions: Never Again

The other day, I decided to check out my Facebook timeline from a few years back.  Usually, I find something that sparks a fond memory when I do this.  This Facebook creeping on myself incident did not exactly bring up a fond memory, but it certainly did bring up a weird one.  


December 16, 2009:  Dear Drunk Neighbors, Shut the hell up!!!!!

Considering the fact that almost 4.5 years have passed and I have lived in various locations (same town but different locations), I had to think for a second after reading my typed words before realizing exactly which neighbors I was talking about.  After just a few seconds of pondering, it came to me.  It was those douche bags that lived directly above me when I lived in that creepy A-frame apartment building.  

The aforementioned apartment was my the first apartment I had in college.  Sure, the building was a little bit odd looking, but I didn't care because I was living with my good friend Hillary, and I knew we would have a blast.  What we didn't know is how big of idiots our neighbors would be.

A week or so passed before I had my first interaction with one of these neighbors.  It was sometime in the afternoon.  My fiance was over at my apartment that day.  He looked out the window of my kitchen and saw a shirtless man sprawled out on the ground of the gravel parking lot.  Yes, gravel.  My fiance pointed out the window and said something like, "There's a shirtless guy laying in the parking lot.  Do you think he's okay?"  We decided it would be best that we checked on the guy.  

If finding this dude laying in the gravel was weird, what happened next was even more bazaar.  My fiance walked outside, said something like, "Hey, Man.  Are you okay?"  I swear to God, the guy stood up as quickly as a clown in a jack-in-the-box toy, walked toward my fiance, shook his hand, and introduced himself.  It was as if he was trying to convince us that he wasn't shit-faced and enjoying an afternoon siesta in the middle of a gravel parking lot.

As I watched this interaction unfold, I thought to myself, That's really creepy.  I hope that guy doesn't live here.  He then proceeded to inform us that he lives directly upstairs with his roommates and that we are totally welcome to party with them sometime.  At that moment, I knew that I was totally screwed. 

Throughout the school year, the neighbors invited Hillary and I to party with them a couple of times--all of which we declined.  We never went to one of their so-called parties, but that doesn't change the fact that we could always hear their parties.  Thank you, paper thin walls, for not blocking out any sounds whatsoever.  

I'm convinced that these guys really had zero friends, because I rarely saw very many cars in the parking lot on their "party" nights.  From what we could hear, most of the time it was just a handful of drunk dudes listening to really crappy music turned up at full blast.  Party on, neighbors.  Party on.

Having reminisced on that year of sharing a building with those guys, I'm really glad that I stumbled upon that old Facebook status of mine.  It reminded me of how far I've come--well, at least in the sense of living situations.  Thank God I don't have to live below those assholes anymore, or in any college apartment for that matter.  Never again.

MoreThanCheeseandBeer

16 comments:

  1. I completely agree. I'd take living with toddlers over college students any day! Thank goodness I'm done with that :-)

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    1. I always had wonderful roommates, but the neighbors were the worst. The walls were so paper thin, you could hear EVERYTHING.

      Thanks for stopping by :)

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  2. When I was 20, I lived in an old house that had been converted into 4 apartments. The husband from the married couple in the back apartment next to mine would try to come over on my days off and flirt with me while his wife was working. I would hide in the bathroom and be as quiet as possible until he gave up. Never again. Thankfully. That's a good thing about getting older. ha.

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  3. Even without living in a college apartment, I still find myself wanting the drunk assholes to shut up.

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    1. Ha ha I'm in a pretty quiet neighborhood, so I don't have to do deal with that so much. My neighbors that I share a wall with have kids though, and they never go to bed. I swear those kids are running laps around their house and bouncing basketballs until midnight. I'm not sure if they're really bouncing basketballs in their house, buts that's what it sounds like. It's ridiculous.

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    2. I just got woken up by said normally-drunk neighbors having sex. On the plus side, this is a huge improvement over them playing country music like last night. On the down side, now I'm awake, and I can still hear the sex.

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    3. Gross!!! I almost would rather hear the shitty country music than that.

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  4. I can so relate to this. My downstairs neighbors loves to blast techno music at midnight every weekend, but I've never seen or heard him have a visitor.

    This has me convinced that he is having the saddest rave of all time.

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    1. HA HA that is so sad. I actually had a friend in college that loved techno music, and she'd play it all the time--loudly and at all times of the day. It was weird.

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  5. Great post!!! I'm glad you took it in another direction...it turned out awesome!

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    1. Thank you! And thanks for being awesome and hosting such a wonderful thing...I love Sunday Confessions!

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  6. Neighbors are just always foul. For the first time in my life since living with my parents I live in a house with no one on the other side of my walls. It's so peaceful. I once lived upstairs from a very enthusiastic football fan. For months I thought he was beating up his girlfriend and throwing things at her head. Until one day I tiptoed downstairs and realized he was screaming "Tom Brady!!!!!!!"

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    1. Ah, you are so lucky to finally not have to share walls! I am living in a townhouse right now, so I am sharing a wall with my neighbors. They have children that never go to bed until midnight and are extremely noisy and love to run laps around their house.

      I complain about that, but my fiance and I can be really obnoxious too sometimes, especially when we shout questions to each other from one floor of the house to the other.

      "HEY, IS GARBAGE DAY TOMORROW?"

      "YEAH!"

      "OKAY. I'LL TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE THEN!"

      "OKAYYY!!!"

      Oh, also, I am really glad that your neighbor wasn't beating up his girlfriend and throwing objects at her head. Football fans are seriously crazy people sometimes.

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  7. UGH I can so relate! I had the WORST neighbors at my first apartment. An older married couple lived below us and ALWAYS had something to complain about. We were never loud or disruptive, they were just really miserable people...they never even bothered to say hi or anything. Just turned their noses up at me and my fiancee whenever we ran into them. So rude...

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    1. Those grouchy old married people! They were just jealous of you guys. I live next to a married couple as well. The man is really awkward and never says hi, but the woman always says hi.

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