Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Apartment #2 - The Saga Continues

After our terrible first experience in our brand new city, I was a little wary of our new apartment.  J found it in a day, literally, and I relinquished all power.  I vaguely knew where it was, but that was about it.  Three bedrooms, two toilets, animals permitted?  Fine by me.  I still had the worst stomach flu of my life, so I stayed at my in-laws while my dad, my dad-in-law, and J moved our belongings from Douche-Bag Dave's freezing house to our new place.  I showed up sometime Saturday afternoon, still queasy, but excited to be reunited with my stuff!

The place itself wasn't bad - it was big, it came with a washer and a drier, there were built-in bookshelves and hardwood floors.  It wasn't ideal, but hey, at least there was heat, amiright??  How naive we were!

That night, our downstairs neighbor came home rather late, and blared her TV.  It woke me up, and kind of scared me because I was dead asleep and all of a sudden I heard these very loud, very masculine voices!  It sounded like it was in my bedroom!  After I realized what it was, I was less scared but more annoyed.  I let it pass, and somehow I fell asleep again. 

The next night, the same neighbor came home drunk off her ass, with friends, and woke us up - AGAIN.  This time J went over to ask her to kindly shut the f up.  From what he told me, she looked at him like he was from another planet because she was so drunk she couldn't understand him.  Ugh.  So, we dragged our mattress in to the spare room (which was supposed to be Toots play room).  At that moment, we realized we couldn't live there.

I forgot to mention, this loud, drunk neighbor wasn't some college kid.  Oh no.  She was at least 60 years old, and out of work on "disability" for her "hurt back".  Riiiiight.  And every single night, she would come home and wake up me.  Weekends were the worst, especially when SU was playing because her son-in-law would scream at the TV (because that will TOTALLY help them win!)

Enough was enough.  We needed to find a home...