Update: home


All of last year, I lived in the apartment above the most silent man of all time.  The only time I ever saw him was when he would stand outside his front door smoking cigarettes with his headphones in, avoiding my eye contact as I would pass him on my way to the third floor.  The bearded mute would never speak – nay, make any noise at all.  For any awkwardness, he was quite possibly the best neighbor I’ve ever had.

I came back after New Years to find that the noiseless hermit had moved out, and been replaced by a frat house.

In the past month, I have occasionally woken up at 4am, wondering why I’m awake.  Oh.  Because there is BELLOWING beneath me.

On Saturday night around 7pm, the hollers had reached a crescendo worthy of an admittedly passive-aggressive stomping on my floor.  Everything fell silent for a moment – until they responded with a broomstick to the ceiling.

Oh hell no.

I left home for a bit, but later that night when I returned, I listened to the crowd of hooligans belt out “Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off.”  I resolved that if the noise continued past 11pm, I would don brass knuckles and storm apartment #201.

I spent the next 20 minutes pumping myself up for an all-out brawl – but right as I was ready to rumble, I listened to the battalion of delinquents file out of the apartment and down the stairs, heading up the block to the bars on Colfax.  Little do they know that they just narrowly escaped the wrath of a girl with two cocktails in her – just loose enough to not be held responsible for any words or actions.

But last night at 2am – a weeknight, mind you – I was stirred from a dead sleep by yells and laughs and “wooooo!“s.  It was on.  I pulled on my parka over my pajamas, stood in the living room for a minute wishing I had someone to fight my battles for me, and then marched downstairs.

My firm knock on the door was answered by a girl who hid behind it.  She hid behind it.  I never saw her face, but I heard her whimpers of embarrassment to the three men on the couch.  Oh honey, yes, you should be embarrassed.  You should be mortified.  You are sharing a one-bedroom apartment with these goons (do you have bunk-beds? Family bed? I’m genuinely curious), and obviously none of you have jobs, or you wouldn’t be so lively in the middle of the night.

“Hey, y’all,” I crooned.  I often find my alter-ego has a Southern accent.  “My name is Annie, and I’m your neighbor, and I’m so sorry this is the first time that we’re meeting.  But it’s 2am, and -6° outside, and yet I’m standing at your door in my pajamas.  This is how loud you are.  Can you please keep it down?”

Never in my life have I felt so much like an annoying parent-chaperone on a high school band trip.  It was a dark moment for my “cool” factor.

But for my sanity?  VICTORY.

I am switching apartments in a few months, and will no longer have to deal with these ruffians.  Until then, God help them, because these days, my tolerance is wearing thinner than the walls.



  1. Joner on February 1, 2011 at 9:18 AM

    I love that your alter-ego has a Southern accent!!! :)

  2. Katie on February 1, 2011 at 9:21 AM

    Ugh. I hope the ruffians learned their lesson.

  3. Greta on February 1, 2011 at 10:00 AM

    I laughed so many times reading this. Why are you switching apartments?

    Three guys and one girl? And they’re ALL in a one-bedroom? How is that even allowed?


  4. Sarah on February 1, 2011 at 10:25 AM


    When I woke up at 4 in the morning to go to the airport, they were still awake. If it happens again, call your landlord. Or the cops. And get those little bunnies busted.

  5. FW on February 1, 2011 at 10:28 AM

    If they don’t have jobs then it wouldn’t surprise me that they don’t pay rent either.

    A call to the landlord might be profitable.

  6. Dana on February 1, 2011 at 11:50 AM

    Same thing happened to my college roommate and I. Pretty sure that we heard a child being created through the walls. Little did we know, that those fabulous aparements had been featured on C.O.P.S. twice.

  7. JJ on February 1, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    Wow…this brings back so so SO many memories of when I worked in Residence Life. You just have to embrace your inner chaperone! I feel your pain…

  8. Laura May on February 1, 2011 at 2:37 PM

    So violating! Scott and I went though that, and in the end we had to move. You just can’t fix those types of neighbors. Sorry in the meantime!

  9. shanna on February 1, 2011 at 4:22 PM

    Good gracious. You handled that so much better and braver than I would have. Oh and PS guess who is also moving to a new place very soon? And I have you to thank!

  10. holly on February 1, 2011 at 10:46 PM

    hey! i like your blog. i have been reading it for a while without ever commenting. that’s a poor habit i am trying to change (though i blame about 89% of it on google reader making blog reading almost too easy) because i shouldn’t expect community and dialogue on my blog when i won’t do the same for others.

    all that to say, i’ll try to have better social habits than your current neighbors.

  11. Sarah Kate on February 3, 2011 at 7:56 PM

    I had that experience in my last apartment. 4 college-aged boys whom I first met when I was screaming at them at 2 am. I also heard them with their “lady friends” through the wall – 6 inches from my head. I brought them brownies at Christmas only to be greeted with a cloud of marijuana smoke (I’m sure the brownies hit the spot). It finally quit when I told the front office about the strange “traffic” in and out of the apartment at all weird hours of the day. It was blissful silence after that – except for the crazy downstairs neighbor who would scream death threats at her boyfriends when they left her house – at 2 a.m. and yell at her children.
    Ahhh, apartment life. NO, I do not miss you.

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