Priorties People!
I love my little section of Los Angeles. West Hollywood may not be perfect, but I have a great apartment, a clean neighborhood, and although the Sunset Strip is within earshot, I rarely have to deal with noisy/drunk people so much that it affects me. Sure, every now and then you hear a fight outside, or some people who had a little too much to drink celebrating the end of their night, but it's usually only a few minutes on the weekend and I fall back asleep.
That doesn't mean I have noise problems, of course. In my case, most of the noise is coming from my building. I really don't want to sound like an old man, because I used to throw a rowdy party every now and then, but the parties were on the weekend.
The major noise in my building comes from one person, who I think is a bartender, who comes home and needs to unwind. His methods of unwinding vary from drinking a lot can screaming on the balcony, to drinking a lot, playing loud muse, screaming on the balcony, slamming lawn furniture against his balcony, and all sorts of other things.
I wouldn't really care but, you know, he does get back from work at like 3 or 4 AM, and he doesn't limit his rantings to the weekend. There is nothing worse than waking up at 4AM, listening to somebody making noise, and wondering if you are going to be able to fall asleep before your alarm wakes you up again.
One of these days, I will stop complaining and just call the cops, but sometimes my bed is just too comfortable to get up and deal with the 5-0. Besides, I figure the odds that the po-po will drive by when this guy is going all nuts and shit and take care of the problem themselves.
This morning, as I am returning from my morning run (about 7:30 AM), I pass by my building where the cops are talking to somebody about a noise complaint! Reason to be excited, right?
WRONG!
The cops were talking to the two dudes that come by and do landscaping on our property. Somebody was upset at a hearing a leaf blower or something at 6AM or whatever (PS, great response time Sheriffs!). Gas leaf blowers have been banned, which is fine, but it means that electric leaf blowers are legal. Besides, these guys are paid to be here by our building management. If they get there too early, blame the management! And I've heard the leaf blowers; they are not as loud as this guy playing his awful death metal at 4:30 AM!
If any of you are still reading, you are probably wondering if I have a point. And yes, there is a point. If you are going to nark on somebody, at least do it effectively. And even if it is not going to be effective, at least make it passive aggressive in some way. If you can't accomplish either one of these tasks, please just stay in bed.
You know, the bartender was probably the one calling in the noise complaint because his sleep was disrupted. Doesn't everyone know that he works late and needs to sleep in?!
Mystery solved!
I HATE the week-day late-night partiers. We have some college kids in our complex, and they have no concept of time. They woke me up one night around 3:30 setting off fireworks from the balcony. Once, they turned their speakers toward the courtyard so they could wake us all up with the audio of the porn flick they were watching.
I am the crazy old chick upstairs - I have yelled at them on more than one occasion, but I am also sometimes too tired to get up and deal with it.
I wish you had said "One of these days, I will stop complaining and buy some earplugs." Everybody knows that cops just make things worse.
My noise complaint would have to be the homeless recyclers. Man those guys are early risers. Rifling around my empties, all rowdy like, at 4 am on Wednesday mornings.
PS- Was this edited by the one and only blogging dyslexic, the world famous EdHill?
Ohhh, I feel your pain! Only I can top you...the bartender that lives across the street from me (the street that my bedroom overlooks) likes to come home at 4 am and go up to the roof and shoot of fireworks. FIREWORKS! Imagine how much that freaks you out! I wake up, startled, convinced that we're under attack. Potentially by aliens because the sky is lit up green. It's awful.
Unlike you, I'm a narc to the nth degree and I immediately call the cops. They never show up and I silently curse them all night as my heart rate comes down. Sure, the next day I might read about some triple homicide a mile away that presumbly kept the cops tied up. But WHATEVER, I'm trying to SLEEP!
My apartment complex has a confusing layout. My bedroom window is right next to my upstairs neighbors front door. This said neighbor has not one, not two, but three bartenders living there. They invite tons of people over to "chill" read play wii and get really drunk they start fighting, problem is the people knock on their door very loudly and if they dont answer quick enough they bang on my bedroom window because the dumbasses think it belongs to the bartenders upstairs - ugh!
Is you neighbor Dick from BB8?