Our apartment complex has probably 40 or so units and we’re close to a ton of the Academy of Art campuses. I’m not saying there’s a direct correlation between art students and raging 3 a.m. parties, I’m just pointing out the facts.
Last night I was woken up at 3:30 a.m. to the lyrics, “blahblahblah, JUMP! JUMP!, blahblahblah.” My brother informed me today that the song is by Busta Rhymes. Thanks Chris. Then, at around 3:38 a.m., the awesome music was punctuated by the sweet, sweet tinkling of glass breaking as some fool hurled a bottle out the window.
I slapped on my eye mask and rolled over, a mite huffily.
This morning, I was going into the kitchen to make myself some tea when I literally stopped, dead still, at the sight of barf covering one of the large bay windows. I didn’t take a picture of it because I thought I’d spare you. Plus I really didn’t want to have a picture of vomit on my camera.
As far as I can conjecture, some idiot barfed out the window a floor or two above us (probably after jumping around to Busta Rhymes on repeat), and since my windows are usually always pushed out a bit because I like fresh air, the lovely offerings splattered all over the bottom of the window pane.
Oh, and our compost bin also got stolen this morning when Michael left it for a second in the laundry room to run across the street to the dry cleaners. He was literally gone for 4 minutes. Our building supervisor had two voicemails on his phone before 8:30 a.m.