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Only in your dreams

Yesterday morning, I was woken up by noise. In my pre-consciousness, I was back in my apartment. I heard a bunch of young women screaming and yelling, and a guy or two yelling loudly, probably having a fist fight.

Then I realized I was in my house, but the noise was still there. “Don’t tell me one of the neighbors had an all-night rager, and there’s a fight in the street,” I thought.

That would be very annoying, now that I’m living in a house.

Finally, as I became more awake, I knew what the sound was: geese flying overhead, honking noisily, and the neighborhood dogs were barking at them.

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The snowman and the message

Here’s a story from what must be September or so. When does the football season begin?

It was opening night of the 2010 NFL season. The Vikings vs. The Saints. There is a lot of history behind why this game was going to be huge.

This video shows what was basically the end to the Vikings 2009 season. It was horrible. They coulda been, woulda been Superbowl champs.

So, the Vikings were meeting up with the Saints again, on a Monday night, no less. We were on the couch, game was on, window was open letting in the beautiful late summer air.

The neighborhood’s loudest motorcycle starts up. I get up to look outside. Nobody’s there, just the bike, rumbling.

It’s so loud it’s hard to hear the TV. An engine so terribly loud you have to close the window just so you can hear the TV… on the third floor!

This rumbling continues for at least 10 minutes. I think it was longer. I kept getting up to see if the owner was standing there yet. I kept watching.

Finally, there he was. It was the guy who lives here: One woman replaced by another + baby

I went stomping across my apartment. I was livid. I pulled out the first paper I could find. I wrote a scathing note about it being very fricking rude to start up the world’s loudest bike and just let it run when it’s warm outside.

He gets on his bike. Guess what he was warming up the bike to do? To drive it around to the back of the apartment building and park it in his garage! I flew to my front door.

I was ready to stick the snowman to his door.

I thought better of it, thankfully.

I burst into hysterical laughter. Can you imagine getting a scathing note on a cute snowman sticky?

Bringing tidings

Of course, the note above is not the note I wrote that night.

However, I remember that night for another reason. I was right in the middle of a great search. And this note was one of the last I wrote living in my apartment.

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About-face after a punch in the face

I understand I used to be young and dumb once. I used to party it up and yell and sometimes fight or cheer for fights.

Now that I am no longer young and dumb, it’s very annoying to witness.

A number of weeks ago, I couldn’t sleep on a Thursday night. As usual, there were people coming and going loudly. Because the temperatures were just right for sleeping with the windows open, I stubbornly refused to close mine.

At about 1:00 a.m., I heard some constant fighting between a male and female. Started out pretty benign, but got more and more heated. It got bad enough that I got up and looked out my living room window, to see if they were indoors or outdoors, and whether or not things looked bad enough to call the cops. It was about that point when the male yelled, “Back off! Back off! I don’t want to hit you!” And the female just kept screaming back. Well, that’s when they went indoors and I didn’t hear anything anymore. I chose not to call the cops, though I have in the past.

Then, about 2:10 a.m., I heard a huge group of people fighting. Guys yelling, and girls screaming. I called the cops. Of course, the cops want to know where the group is, but I can’t see where they are. Honestly, it sounded like they’re in all directions because of the way the sound was echoing. And with the trees growing bigger and more lush, I can’t see around the apartment complex as well.

So, the cops are on their way. Sure enough, once I’m off the phone, things start settling down. Then, I hear them joking. Sounds like at least one guy had punched another guy in the face in the heat of the moment, but now they’re making up! Unbelieveable! Girls are giggling nervously.

I watch the front of the building next door. I see shadows moving, so I realize that’s where this ridiculousness is taking place. I see three guys, all dressed in jeans and black T-shirts, break away from the group and start walking down the sidewalk. At that moment, I see a cop car coming up the street. It turns off its headlights.

The trio see this, and move off the sidewalk and out of sight. I see another cop behind the first one. The group is suddenly completely silent. The cops pull up in front of the correct building, get out and walk around.

My phone rings. “There are officers at the scene, and they’re wondering where they should be looking.” I tell the dispatcher that they’re parked in front of the correct building, but everyone is quiet now. I mention the guys that went walking down the sidewalk.

Duped, again.

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Do you hear what I hear?

I swear I’m hearing the howling of a pack of wolves coming from my next-door neighbors.

Okay, now that I’ve muted my television, I think it might be a racecar game or something.

Good grief.

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Please. Don’t. Get. Mad.

I’ve regained my sense. Here’s another reason why living in an apartment sucks.

I’m on the third floor. That is great! However, it has the serious potential of not being good for my second floor neighbors.

I like to do workout DVDs. A couple years ago, I got the Hip Hop Abs DVDs. Great workout. Really great! Totally got into shape. But there were several instances in which people were knocking at my door and I did not answer because I was pretty sure they came upstairs to bawl me out.

Well, the latest DVD I got is of The Biggest Loser variety. Again, decent workout. But I REALLY don’t want to be “that neighbor.”

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I was wrong

I didn’t take long to tell the assessment I gave you in this post was incorrect.

I think the neighbors just had a visitor. Or they simply chose to act like children.

But I’ll tell you what I do know for sure. One of them got a subwoofer.

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Up for a game?

Pretty sure my neighbors got a darts game for Christmas. They so lovingly mounted it on the wall I share with them.

At 1:00 a.m. I heard the sharp staccato of something hitting the wall, in groups of three. In between the hits, I heard the shuffling one makes while going to get the darts out of the board.

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