The following are things completed between the hours of 2 and 5 AM by my housemates, in increasing order of loudness:
Several games of beer pong, with associated shouting smack-talk
Skylar slamming his head against the door to prove how hardcore he was
Inviting back a half-dozen drunk and well-dressed women
Making orange juice with a high-powered juicer in the room on the other side of my door
Dubstep dance party
Of note was one woman asking "do you live here?" For the record, I was wearing a bathrobe at the time and had my best 'I'm angry but I'll be diplomatic about it' face on. I think it's safe to assume I didn't wander in here off the street.
I never thought I'd yearn for the nights when all I was interrupted with was THAT DAMN ROOSTER
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