fitzee

I'm enjoying living in an apartment and moving on with life, but living in the dorms was kinds of great. Here the next door neighbor complains if I make any noise at all after midnight. Apparently the walls are thin. It wouldn't bother me except you can't even have fairly reasonably toned conversations. Admittedly, sometimes it was a drunk conversation so I can't tell for certain, but with only two people neither of which where super invested in the conversation? I'm willing to bet we were only marginally louder than a T.V.

Hell I got yelled at on New Year's Eve, admittedly it was at three in the morning, but still.

I just can't help comparing it to Life in the Dorm. I got a few noise complaints, but not over nothing. Moreover, those complaints caused building levels of response. They didn't lead to an almost immediate threat to call the cops. In fact they would never have called the cops.

I used to run a social club for misantrhopes. No less than three days a week an impromptu get together would occur. My room was a place to be even if it was small as hell. One time that I remember particularly fondly finds me reclining with a gin and tonic in the center of a room full of drunk people when a friend showed up and brought me fresh limes. You know your doing something right when your sitting around drunk and people bring you fresh fruit. The lady's with the palm leaves always made sense, but now I finally understand the grapes. Sorry with my friend coming back to town I could help but reminisce about the good old days before everyone scattered out to various apartments.

On the plus side, nowadays I am much more frequently summoned to drink someone else's booze. If before I was a polite and overly apologetic semi self styled god king, I am now merely some lesser incarnation of Bacchus summoned by offerings of libations.

I just enjoy talking like that, my ego is not quite that ridiculous. On the other hand I do feel obliged to quote the movie Ghostbusters "If someone asks you if you're a God... YOU SAY YES!" (in response to someone answering that question no and getting them all blasted by lightning on the top of a roof, for those of you that don't remember.)

I have a rambled for too long.

Enjoy Your Tuesday,
JDF

P.S. You're not overly apologetic until you write "I, Your full name, am sorry" in giant letters on your wall in sidewalk chalk. (though some other medium would do I suppose." I wrote that and I wrote Fuck on the ceiling when pissed off. The rest was covered in my various things by friends/ people who passed through my room. I started running out of space and there were a few bad apples, but for the most part it was great. It didn't quite come off though. Oh well. I had said I would stop talking. My apologies.