Monday, May 08, 2006

Shut the window!

Last Friday night, at midnight, I learned that one of my nieghbors is a screamer. That night, I sat up in bed, yelled, "For the love of God!" and shut my window. I could no longer hear my neighbor, so I was able to go back to sleep. Sometime in the middle of last week, I opened my window again, since I like fresh air in my room.

Cinco De Mayo. A night for revelrie in my border town. I considered having a margarita, but knowing I had to be at work at 7 am Saturday morning, I decided against it. I went to bed at a reasonable time because I haven't been getting very much sleep lately.

11:50. I wake up. It appears they are at it again. I slam my window shut. I can still hear them. I figure, they can only do it for what, 10, 15 minutes? I mean that's about average, right? I start thinking about complaining to the management. I don't want to do that because I have already complained about vibrating neighbors and carpet beetles.

I consider writing a nastygram and going out in my robe to deliver it to all the neighbors in my little courtyard (since I don't know which one is actually the noisemaker) but it occurs to me that the older folks (and there are many) would not appriciate such a thing. Post a sign on a tree? Children in the complex.

I turn on my radio. Now I'm wired, and it's after midnight. I also cannot sleep with the radio on. I ponder why I am so angry. Ok, well, it's rude, I'm tired, and I discovered later, I had a rare case of PMS. also, I am bitter at the lack of similar activity in my world. I consider putting a sign in my bedroom window. Can you see it from the sidewalk? Maybe I should go look. hmm. (damnit, go to sleep) I could paint snarky remarks in the window...I turn off the radio. They're still at it, it's nearing 1 am. I head out to the couch where I know that the sound of the turtle tank will drown out the sound of them fucking.

I don't sleep well on the couch unless the TV is on and I am supposed to be awake. So I head back to my bedroom. I am now beyond awake and I lay there thinking about all the ways I can let them know they are out of line. All my passive agressive tendencies are in full force, but there is nothing I can do. I lay there and wonder if it's karma for all the good times I've had and I wonder how many of my old neighbors wanted to strangle me late at night. I never heard a window slam. In fact, I close windows, or used to back when sex was a part of my world. I ponder painting messages in my window. "Sounds like you have a stud, can I borrow him?" "Shut your window if you're going to scream like a banshee", "I don't want to listen to you fucking", nothing seems appropriate or useful.

6am arrived too soon. I can only pray that next weekend, when I am on the same Saturday Schedule, that I won't have another rude awakening.


Gary said...

I wouldn't count on borrowing that stud. It sounds like he's probably exhausted. :)

Black Eyed Gurl said...

I have had these neighbors!!! I actually learned the name of the young man who lived above me because I could hear his girls screaming his name (generally from the beginning of the noise to the end was an average of 3 minutes, I once considered writing him an informative letter regarding his sexual prowess and how it apparently did not exist, and how, yes, those girls need oscars cos no one comes in 3 minutes except a porn star, and half the time I doubt that that is real). I vowed one day to again get some sex and scream as loud as I could. Sadly they moved out before then.

I think we are twins seperated by a year, and at birth and all that! Yay bitches! I found a new friend!! if you wanna commiserate email me: blackeyedgurl at

Ginamonster said...

Gary, you're probably right!

BEG, I think we all have had those neighbors, and I admit that perhaps I have been that neighbor, which is why i think it all might be karma.

And yes, it is possible that we are twins. I keep finding long lost sisters, and Jenny, bless her soul shares my brian, but I didn't know that until I was what, Jen, 26?