I took my love, I took it down

[brandywine28]

I can only assume my upstairs neighbor is having A Moment of some kind, as she has been blasting - blasting - Stevie Nicks' 'Landslide' for the last three hours. It's an unending loop of folksy melancholy all up in here.

You think I'm exaggerating? HAHAHAHAHAhahahaha - no.

If only.

The first hour wasn't the worst. It's a pretty decent song, after all, plus I had half a sleeve of Thin Mints and the season premiere of Vikings on my DVR. Life was alright. Halfway through the second hour, though, I started wondering if I was still young and cute enough to get away with the whole Mr. Heckles-esque thumping-a-broom-handle-against-the-ceiling thing without coming off as some freaky curmudgeon. And now, forty-eight minutes into the third hour? I'm picturing her up there, crafting nooses out of silk scarves.

I mean, should I...I dunno...do something? Something besides snarking and rolling my eyes? Could this be an actual emergency?

ETA: Gasp! She's switched songs! To...oh God...'You're Beautiful' by James Blunt.

....

Yeah. Definitely suicidal.

Comments

[morgana-st.livejournal.com]

I do believe that "You're Beautiful" on endless repeat might make me suicidal. Good luck.

[solariana.livejournal.com]

And this is why I couldn't wait to get a house. I only had one instance of the neighbors (or one of their guests) blasting their car radio in their driveway at about 4am. If it was 4pm, I wouldn't have said anything, but it woke me up and I couldn't get back to sleep. I usually can move to the other side of the house if a neighbor is being loud, but it didn't help in this case. I could barely hear my TV over the noise. I called the police to ask them to turn it down (if it was against city ordinance, which I'm sure it was). They did. For 5 minutes. I called the police back and told them. I never ever heard a sound from the neighbor's house after that. Nothing. Day or night.

I hope your neighbor resolves her issues. I think I might have to have noise canceling headphones or something. But then you can't hear your TV. I guess you could have pounded on her door or called the building manager to handle it.

I'm glad I live in a house. If my neighbor's kids get loud, I can move from the bedroom to the living room and that takes care of it.

[sperrywink]

Ouch. :-(

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

The Blunt-ening ended up being much shorter than my fall down the landslide, thank Jeebus; she only played it for twenty minutes or so.

But still. BUT STILL.

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

Eh. Apartments are all I know. Aside from a hellish six months I once spent in a basement in Brooklyn, I don't think I've ever lived less than five stories above ground. Houses actually kind of freak me out for that very reason: people walking past your window...at eye level? Weird. :)

And anyway, it could be worse. She could be an Irish step dancer. Or have kids. Or have kids who are Irish step dancers. *shudders*

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

I need a brain band-aid. :(

[zebraljb.livejournal.com]

Did my house freak you out?

[zebraljb.livejournal.com]

I love the fact that you referenced Friends.

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

Oh my God, I think about Mr. Heckles ALL THE TIME. He is my destiny. It's only a matter of time...

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

No, but only because I was stuffed full of Valium the whole time I was there.

KIDDING.

It didn't. It's more the CONCEPT of ground floor living that's weird to me. Like, anyone who feels like it can, in theory, just smush their fat face right on up against your living room window and watch you doing your Richard Simmons nude aerobics tape - or whatever it is other people do on an average weekday morning. :) There's nothing stopping them! Nothing but common decency, anyway, and you know how much faith I place in THAT.