Thursday, July 14, 2011

Hard-Not-to-Notice Neighbors

In college dorm livin', I learned that living on the top floor was the best. Why, you ask? Because having neighbors who live above you can subject you to bongos being beaten on the floor (which equates to the ceiling right above your lofted bed) at 11:30 at night. Or random exercising at odd hours, too. [Causing you to make a mental note that, should you actually want to work out, do not do so in the dorm room with people living below you.] I figured you couldn't go wrong with only having neighbors below you.

It appears that theory may have some holes in it.

Downstairs Neighbor like bass music. I can tell because DN shares bass music with me. Oh, home sweet home...where everything rattles when DN shares bass.

Seriously, what does DN have?
a) An actual bass with an amp...turned up.
b) A kick-butt stereo system...turned up.
c) A kick-butt surround sound system...turned up.
d) All of the above....with their powers COMBINED.

Kudos to DN, though. Tonight it's at a low rumble, so my stuff isn't rattling. I can just feel the vibrations through my futon. [Edit: I spoke too soon. Sigh.]

I did tell my grandpa that I might just have to go down there and ask to join the party. At least then I'd make a friend in the building, too. Unless DN was insulted. Then, well, I'd just say I came from the building next door...and was summoned by the bass.

It sounds like I'm annoyed. I'm sort of amused, actually. Amusement aside, however, it is kind of distracting. And I certainly hope this doesn't keep up when the school year starts. By 10:30 on school nights, I should be in bed. I have enough troubles sleeping without DN adding bass to my insomnia...although at least then I'd have a good beat to wiggle my foot to while I'm lying wide awake. Hmm...

I guess I just thought Neighbor Noises like this would stop after the dorm days. Hello, Real World. Thanks again for reminding me of just how idealistic my thoughts about you were.

I'm not sure I necessarily agree with this quote, but it made me laugh, so here you go:

~"Outside noisy, inside empty." [~Chinese proverb]

3 comments:

Lisa Smith said...

This is why the closest neighbor I have is 3 miles away. It's so quiet, I can't even hear myself. I like it that way.

Ben said...

Here's what you do. Make some chocolate chip cookies. Why chocolate chip? Because everybody likes them that's why. Knock on the door. Here's how it should go:

"Hello?"
"Hi! I'm your upstairs neighbor! I made you these cookies to say hello."
"Thanks."
"Yep! Hey, I was wondering, could you maybe keep the bass down a little bit?"
"I suppose. Thanks for the cookies."
"No problem. I can't remember which ones have the rat poison in them, though, so be careful."

Then walk away. Problem solved.

Michelle said...

I like both of these solutions. I refrained from maniacal laughter after reading yours, though, Ben...I settled for regular-type cracking up. :)