"Goth Upstairs Neighbors"
The walls in our apartment are very thin, i.e. if it's quiet, we can hear their (very large) cats run across the floor.
Our neighbors have a tendency to have some kind of get-together on Monday nights. P. "Bling Bling" Chippy and I often joke about how we're going to put on granny glasses and bathrobes, go upstairs, knock on their door and tell them to "keep it down" because it sounds like they're laughing too loud, having too much fun.
The joke is that it would be coming from a girl who went briefly to jail for "Operating a Disorderly House," i.e. having a very loud party. All that lead up is for this story:
However, last night Rebecca and I were talking and laughing rather loudly in our living room (which is right next to the front door), around 7:30 PM. We hear people coming down the stairs, and then a few minutes later, the sounds of a erm "woman enjoying herself very much" about two feet from where we were sitting, in the front entryway. Rebecca and I tried to make our presence known even louder, but they didn't leave until we rattled the knob to our door.
This made me think three things:
1. Goddamn! It would have been embarrassing if Rebecca chose that moment to leave our apartment!
2. Honar, will you and Mimi write a song about this as part of Death Accident?
3. I don't think that Emily Post would approve.
Just thought I would share.