Bruce Springsteen is singing “Land of Hopes and Dreams” in my ears just
now, the version from his Broadway album. And I am weeping. Again. Just
sitting on ...
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Shush Thy Neighbor.
Let's play "What the Hell is My Upstairs Neighbor Doing?".
Guesses:
1) Dropping it [anvils] like it's hot [3 a.m.].
2) Violating any number of laws concerning animal husbandry by herding a small tribe of goats in her apartment.
3) Clogging.
4) Attempting to exorcise her possessed Roomba by performing numbers from the venerable Broadway mainstay "Stomp".
5) Pogo-ing to Japanese punk.
6) Practicing smashing plates for her big fat Italian wedding.
7) Generally annoying the hell out of me by lumbering around in heels on hardwood floors every night beginning at midnight, slamming every cupboard and closet door in her apartment and then staging a repeat performance at 7am daily.
Am I the only one suffering? Any other loud neighbor stories? How'd you deal with it?
Labels:
"Fustrating",
can it,
wtf?
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Saturday evening "Liza Minnelli dance party" that ended up with the weekly Sunday AM melt-down "I saw you talking to HIM!" (accompanied by PLENTY of tears)
ReplyDeleteThere was also the Gregorian chants daily lunch-break. The entire building vibrated at lunch time.
The neighbors across the hall from each other (with my apt in between) that would have "giggle fights" with each other in the hallway....this usually involved water guns.
the dude in the first floor studio apts had about 20 people in and out all day and evening (not always the same folks though) and hosted a male escort service. He and his "guests" would often would lean out the window and yell awful things to homeless people. They also partied ALL NIGHT and slept all day.
Gotta love Philly in the 1990's!!!! Never a dull moment.