A little over a month ago I got new neighbours. I usually love meeting new people, so when they moved in a did the friendly ‘how are you’ in the hallway and received a very strange response. My new neighbour, a 20-something tattooed girl who speaks too loudly for small spaces, responded to my ‘Hi’ by showing me her arm. She had a cast on. She said ‘I’ve had better days’. Because I care when people are hurt, and this seemed like a great opener to get to know each other, I asked what happened. This was her response…
‘I fell out of a tree having sex on my birthday’.
…okay… well… at least you have a good story!
‘that’s what everyone says, I’m not sure what they mean.’
….at this point I said goodbye and walked away feeling a little taken-a-back. I’m not usually so awkward when people turn a conversation to sex. But I’d just met this girl. Her second sentence to me was about sex. I have no idea if the tree-sex story is true, but she certainly introduced herself in a very specific way to me. But hey, I’ve never had tree-sex so maybe I would want to tell total strangers about it as well.
That night, they had a party. I’ve mentioned in this blog before that I’m okay with neighbours having parties. We all have people over and as long as we’re respectful, it’s no big deal. But this one stood out for a couple of reasons. One, it started at 3:00AM. Obviously whatever bar they were at closed for the night and they just migrated to their place. The second reason it stood out to me was it was Wednesday night. Friday and Saturdays I don’t care, but Wednesday? On a work week a respectful neighbour takes it inside at a reasonable hour.
I let it go because it was just one night. We all do things once in awhile that probably piss our neighbors off. But then the next night they watched a movie at 1:00AM so loud I could hear full conversation sequences lying in bed. It’s Thursday night, I now haven’t slept in two nights! I’m a Monday to Friday worker, so I was getting pretty exhausted. Continue reading