#1
You take the good:
We are going to St. Andrews (YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) from February 1-3.
You take the bad:
The Old Course is closed Feb 1 and 2 for a local tournament and is closed every Sunday (Feb 3) because it is basically a public park on Sundays (WHAT THE????).
#2
You take the good:
James and I were sitting home one late afternoon. We had a busy Sunday morning (gym, Tesco). We got home, unpacked all the groceries, and were watching TV (American TV, thank you, slingbox) and there was a knock on the door. For the most part, we haven't seen very many neighbors (I can count 3 and one was a couple) so the fact that someone was knocking on our door was odd. Anyway, I get to the door and there is a lovely couple standing outside. They very kindly let me know that we left our house keys in the door. I thought that was really nice and they seemed great, but in my stupor, I forgot to introduce myself. Hopefully we'll meet up again - except not leaving my keys in the door.
You take the bad:
It was a Saturday night and we were fast asleep. I can't tell if I'm dreaming or what, but I am eased out of my sleep by heavy bass. Is it my heart? my head? Nope. It's music. What they heck. Turn over to look at my phone - 4:40AM. WHAT THE HELL is someone doing blaring music at this hour? I lie in bed for a while and it doesn't stop. All different songs. I get up and - staying in the apartment, of course - and try to decipher where the music is coming from. I couldn't possibly go outside of the apartment (still in the building though) to investigate. There could be an axe murdere out there! I am clueless. I lie in bed. The music stops at 6:20AM. Cool. I can get another hour and a half of sleep before I know my eyes will shoot open because it's gym time.
Then it's Thursday night. I am once again "eased" out of my sleep to the thumping of a bass. They are getting an early start - it's only 12:30AM. Lying in bed, I resolve that I will not let this a**hole ruin another night's sleep, particularly since I have to work the next morning. I put on some extra clothes and walk around the apartment again trying to discern where the noise is coming form. I can't figure it out so I go to the hallway on our floor. Still can't figure it out. 2nd floor, can't tell. 1st floor, dark and not a lot of noise (of course I didn't go into the actual hallways of those floors). CRAP!
Back in the apartment, I go out the back on the deck (I use the word "deck" very loosely). It seems as if the music is coming from down the block. That doesn't make sense. There's lights on in the building next store. Maybe that apartment? Still seems too far away. I bend over the railing and see the apartment directly beneath ours has the lights on and I KNOW the music is coming from there.
I stomp back down the stairs (closing doors very quietly so as not to wake James who can sleep through a train wreck) and to the 2nd floor. The hallway wreaks of smoke. Find the apartment and knock on the door. No answer. I BANG on the door with my fist. Still no answer. I KICK the door. Still no answer. I fiddle with the security key-code pad thingy, I don't guess the code correctly. I pound on the door longer and harder than before. I hear movement. Uh-oh. This is happening. I hear the chain lock being removed, the dead bolt being unlatched, and the door opens. The guy is tall - maybe 6'4", bloodshot eyes, scruffy beard and scruffy head - not quite bald. And then he punched me in the face. JUST KIDDING. In as nice and calm a voice I could must I simply stated - with no emotion - "please turn the music down." He very politely and calmly says "oh, sure." I can't tell if he's drunk, high, or was just sleeping, but the music is turned down. I get back in bed and I sleep. I awake very pleased with myself.
We haven't had a music incident since, but I don't anticipate this being the last issue we have had with this lovely man. On a side note, James and I were taking a walk and he was standing outside a restaurant smoking. I quickly turned my head away because I didn't want him to notice us. Hee hee.
This post is getting too long. Anyway, I'll have more stories soon.
We are doing well and planning lots of stuff. I'll update you all soon (especially for those that aren't on facebook, Jim Marsh).
On a side note, I still watch The Bachelor (I'm a hopeless romantic) and I don't know how people with common names deal with hearing their name on TV all the time. There is a girl called Desiree (she is not stripper) and every time I hear her name, it bothers me. That's MY NAME, damn it! Anyway, I guess I'll get used to it. She seems like a pretty cool girl and by her name alone I have to root for her to win the man's heart.
Okey dokey - good night folks. For those of you that watch the super bowl, quick plug for my nephew. He will be "starring" in a super bowl commercial during the 2nd quarter. It's a Calvin Klein commercial and most likely he'll be in his underwear (lucky me, ugh). Anyway, this is what he looks like - in his underwear. Keep an eye out!
Laters peeps!
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