I'm about to dump buckets of ice water out my window onto these people

[rm]

I live next door to some sort of underground arts collective. I don't really know the deal, but it's in an apartment building and they have a lot of fundraising parties. This is all well and good, and normally when there's an event there, the street outfront is congested for maybe thirty minutes here and there. But it's been like this for hours now, everyone's drunk, it's obscenely loud, there's a ton of smashed beverage containers and liquid all by my front door, etc etc. The reality of course is that I'd gladly choose this crap over the city's ridiculous periodic quality of life initiatives, but what boggles my mind is when people come into neighborhoods very much like the ones they live in, and yet seem utterly unable to comprehend that people just like them (although moderately more polite, and that's saying something) live here, eventhough THEY ARE LEANING AGAINST THEIR WINDOWS.

My whole building seems mildly perturbed and perplexed (as I ran into people on my way in and we had discussions on the landing about it), which is also unique, as our moments of uniting are few and far between.

I do at least hope the least pleasant and most agressive of the 80s-punk-rock-aren't-you-scared-of-me idiots freak out those awful girls that live under us though. A lot.

I said earlier to Kat that I've come to the conclusion that "work isn't the prayer, it's the shit you do so you can say you had an excuse not to go to the gym." I was clearly feeling not-optimistic, among other things. The punchline of course is that I get more excercise walking around this city in search of paper-cutters than anything else, and I spent two hours out tonight unable to find one. Soooo irritating. I wound buying a book of travel essays and groceries instead.

UPDATE: They are now singing Iron Man at the top of their lungs. What did I do to deserve this?

Comments

[ex-mijra932.livejournal.com]

This sounds like living in a college dorm. I've always hoped that people... er, well, grow up as they become adults. Increasingly I'm seeing signs that a large plurality--if not an actual majority--never do. This is disturbing, but probably not as disturbing as living with them leaning on your windows.

I do a lot to avoid going to the gym. It's helpful that the pool's only open during a few narrow hours: somehow it's easier to make that then it is to pick my own time and keep to it. It is funny that you can often get more exercise avoiding it than you can by giving in and going. I miss the city; Saint Louis seems very small to me at the moment.

[jonqui.livejournal.com]

You are surely suffering from bad karma accrued by some ungodly deed in a past life. Perhaps you were a politician or maybe just a viking?

[sdn.livejournal.com]

argh! there is nothing worse than a bunch of drunken idiots yelling at 2 am. divine justice: find out where they live and do it to them. this never happens.

[heron61.livejournal.com]

That sounds disturbingly like weekends when I was living in Madison Wisconsin (an impressively inebriated college town, where this sort of deeply annoying behavior was far too common). You could always threaten to call the cops, that often causes people to at least be a bit quieter.