I love living in a large apartment building. There are many reasons, including a 24 hour maintenance staff, but last night I found a new reason to love my home ... sound transmission.
Some time around 9:30 last night, I finally decided to wash up while Mike watched the last quarter of the Superbowl. While I was in our bathroom, quietly washing my face and brushing my teeth, I heard a huge shout from our upstairs neighbor.
Rushing into the living room I gasped "did the Giants just lose?" Nope, replied my sanguine husband, "they just ..." and he proceeded to describe some sort of amazing play. Noting the score -- the Giants were still losing -- I returned to my ablutions and was changing into my p.j.s when I heard another, actually several, huge, outbursts from upstairs.
As I reentered the living room, Mike looked at me and said "you might as well stay up -- Mr. Upstairs is not going to let you get any sleep." This was punctuated with what was obviously a foot hitting the floor (ceiling) above our heads and a shout so loud it made us both laugh.
I stayed out and worked on my vest until the Giants won and then attempted to go to sleep. While the noise upstairs abated to more normal levels, I think Mr. Upstairs was mostly alone or only had a few friends over, the noise outside rivaled New Year's eve.
Some time around 9:30 last night, I finally decided to wash up while Mike watched the last quarter of the Superbowl. While I was in our bathroom, quietly washing my face and brushing my teeth, I heard a huge shout from our upstairs neighbor.
Rushing into the living room I gasped "did the Giants just lose?" Nope, replied my sanguine husband, "they just ..." and he proceeded to describe some sort of amazing play. Noting the score -- the Giants were still losing -- I returned to my ablutions and was changing into my p.j.s when I heard another, actually several, huge, outbursts from upstairs.
As I reentered the living room, Mike looked at me and said "you might as well stay up -- Mr. Upstairs is not going to let you get any sleep." This was punctuated with what was obviously a foot hitting the floor (ceiling) above our heads and a shout so loud it made us both laugh.
I stayed out and worked on my vest until the Giants won and then attempted to go to sleep. While the noise upstairs abated to more normal levels, I think Mr. Upstairs was mostly alone or only had a few friends over, the noise outside rivaled New Year's eve.
Definitely an interesting night in New York.
7 comments:
Yep! Congratulations to Eli and the Giants --- they bit Bill Belecheat.
Hope you finally got some quiet and a good night's sleep!
Lol. I got some knitting done last night, too.
Heh, it was just the opposite here. With all the noise going on, all of a sudden it got deathly quiet and I knew what had happened.
I was also cheering them on, wishing I was in NY today for the parade.
Hugs!!!
Heh. I guess I'm just the opposite - reasons like the one you cited are why I moved OUT of an apartment complex and into a house.
But yeah, I'm happy the Giants won (even though I'm not a football fan) for Eli Manning and because they beat Belecheat.
I loved hearing all the yelling from the apartments up and down the block! And I know we made our own contribution to the noise.
Oh I wish I could have been there. My friend Jackie is a major Pats fan and she could barely talk Monday from yelling/screaming so much during the game. I tried not to smirk as I taped Eli's pic on my cubbie.
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