Life stuffs
Saturday-day was spent dining on delicious Indian food with the family (plus Cassie). Maeg, Becky, Cassie, and I went bowling afterward. I later slipped and fell in Stop And Shop due to buckets and buckets of hurricane-related rain, but who's counting?
Saturday night was full of alcohol-infused amazingness. Especially when I groped Finn. Especially when she flailed as I tried to step over her, causing me to face plant into the dining room floor. It was hysterical that many of us ended the night by sitting on the floor slurring our crazy speech, talking about god-knows-what, laughing about who-the-fuck-knows, and having a generally great time.
At one point, I do believe that I told Jenna that I was a 'gentle woman' after holding the door for her. Shotgunning with Cassie per the wife's request. Wearing Jenna's clog-things. Jon drawing Pan II. Ashleigh engrossed in Mean Girls. Maeg bar tendering up a storm. Chris and his tomato head (due to alcohol allergies).
We bought $150.00 worth of alcohol, yet, I somehow managed to slightly panic about the 'possibly of not having enough.' We ran out of 7-up halfway through. Slight oversight. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT?
Jenna makes amazing Jell-O shots. This is why I felt the need to consume eight.
I was absolutely hang-over-free Sunday morning, despite consuming mass-fucking-quantities of adult beverage. Waiting twenty-minutes for IHOP in Brighton was worth every second. Mmm. Pancakes. Mmm. Omelette with cheese and eggs.
Sunday afternoon was spent scouring Criagslist for a new place to live. Jen, our dickhole landlord sent us a pretty shitty email regarding noise level, smoking, and other such absurdities. Basically, she said we were up to all hours of the night slamming doors, screaming, and smoking cigarettes downstairs. She also said she had received phone calls from neighbors complaining.
Except that! Jenna, Mike, and Jon left at 1:30am (12:30am due to daylight savings). The party pretty much dissipated and all well-trashed individuals went to bed. Music was off by 11pm due to compliance with general noise-ordnance laws. Those who smoked, smoked outside. And slamming of the doors did not commence as doors cannot possibly be slammed by those who stumble and wobble and have a hard time completing sentences.
Murphy's Law prevents such things from occurring.
Maeg was so infuriated by said email that she knocked on the doors of six of our neighbors, offering a 'formal apology' in an attempt to find out who had snitched. We were not surprised to learn that no one had complained to Jen. This was the obvious and logical outcome. There is absolutely no way that any of our neighbors 'heard us'. Unless, of course, the Bionic Woman moved in without notice. And if she did? I am sure she would have invited herself to join the festivities.
We had contemplated moving due to her inexcusable psychosis, but have recently talked ourselves into renewing the lease at the end of November (despite the $100 increase in rent). We love, love, love our current apartment and its location near all things fabulous, but we're 'glad' that the Universe has stepped in and slapped up in the face with reality. Although it's a bitch to move (six times in the last six years), it seems that we have no choice.
In addition to waiting until the last possible second to tell her that we will not be renewing our lease (which is up December 31st), we will be calling the Department of Health regarding our broken water heater and her refusal to fix it since we've moved in on day one. We will also be finding out if legal action can be taken against her for prohibiting us from signing a full year lease due to lead in the apartment and the expectancy of a child. Although we were going to sign a new lease, it was going to be from January - August 31, as we 'cannot have a child in the apartment since it's not deleaded'. We were told by a real estate agent yesterday that such circumstances are unlawful.
ALSO. She cannot raise our rent citing 'water expense' as the reason. Unfortunately (for her), she sent an email to Maeg telling her that she is raising the rent to offset the water cost. ILLEGAL. In addition to the plethora of the aforementioned bullshit, she is violating the 'Quiet Enjoyment of Rented Property' act and should basically burn in ever-loving hell.
(Update: Maeg spoke to a lawyer this morning and was told that we should refrain from taking such action unless we are going to renew our lease. It's an unfortunate circumstance for whoever is going to move in after us, but it's pretty much 'out of our hands'.)
We looked at an apartment last night. It was a converted attic. And a complete dive. The landlord obviously didn't want to rent to us. Kind of noticeable when Maeg asked for applications. His answer? 'Well, there are a few people ahead of you. Let's see how it works out. My wife has your number'. Who says that?
Class tonight and hardly any sleep last night! I tried crying myself to sleep, hoping I could wear myself out. To no avail.
Saturday night was full of alcohol-infused amazingness. Especially when I groped Finn. Especially when she flailed as I tried to step over her, causing me to face plant into the dining room floor. It was hysterical that many of us ended the night by sitting on the floor slurring our crazy speech, talking about god-knows-what, laughing about who-the-fuck-knows, and having a generally great time.
At one point, I do believe that I told Jenna that I was a 'gentle woman' after holding the door for her. Shotgunning with Cassie per the wife's request. Wearing Jenna's clog-things. Jon drawing Pan II. Ashleigh engrossed in Mean Girls. Maeg bar tendering up a storm. Chris and his tomato head (due to alcohol allergies).
We bought $150.00 worth of alcohol, yet, I somehow managed to slightly panic about the 'possibly of not having enough.' We ran out of 7-up halfway through. Slight oversight. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT?
Jenna makes amazing Jell-O shots. This is why I felt the need to consume eight.
I was absolutely hang-over-free Sunday morning, despite consuming mass-fucking-quantities of adult beverage. Waiting twenty-minutes for IHOP in Brighton was worth every second. Mmm. Pancakes. Mmm. Omelette with cheese and eggs.
Sunday afternoon was spent scouring Criagslist for a new place to live. Jen, our dickhole landlord sent us a pretty shitty email regarding noise level, smoking, and other such absurdities. Basically, she said we were up to all hours of the night slamming doors, screaming, and smoking cigarettes downstairs. She also said she had received phone calls from neighbors complaining.
Except that! Jenna, Mike, and Jon left at 1:30am (12:30am due to daylight savings). The party pretty much dissipated and all well-trashed individuals went to bed. Music was off by 11pm due to compliance with general noise-ordnance laws. Those who smoked, smoked outside. And slamming of the doors did not commence as doors cannot possibly be slammed by those who stumble and wobble and have a hard time completing sentences.
Murphy's Law prevents such things from occurring.
Maeg was so infuriated by said email that she knocked on the doors of six of our neighbors, offering a 'formal apology' in an attempt to find out who had snitched. We were not surprised to learn that no one had complained to Jen. This was the obvious and logical outcome. There is absolutely no way that any of our neighbors 'heard us'. Unless, of course, the Bionic Woman moved in without notice. And if she did? I am sure she would have invited herself to join the festivities.
We had contemplated moving due to her inexcusable psychosis, but have recently talked ourselves into renewing the lease at the end of November (despite the $100 increase in rent). We love, love, love our current apartment and its location near all things fabulous, but we're 'glad' that the Universe has stepped in and slapped up in the face with reality. Although it's a bitch to move (six times in the last six years), it seems that we have no choice.
In addition to waiting until the last possible second to tell her that we will not be renewing our lease (which is up December 31st), we will be calling the Department of Health regarding our broken water heater and her refusal to fix it since we've moved in on day one. We will also be finding out if legal action can be taken against her for prohibiting us from signing a full year lease due to lead in the apartment and the expectancy of a child. Although we were going to sign a new lease, it was going to be from January - August 31, as we 'cannot have a child in the apartment since it's not deleaded'. We were told by a real estate agent yesterday that such circumstances are unlawful.
ALSO. She cannot raise our rent citing 'water expense' as the reason. Unfortunately (for her), she sent an email to Maeg telling her that she is raising the rent to offset the water cost. ILLEGAL. In addition to the plethora of the aforementioned bullshit, she is violating the 'Quiet Enjoyment of Rented Property' act and should basically burn in ever-loving hell.
(Update: Maeg spoke to a lawyer this morning and was told that we should refrain from taking such action unless we are going to renew our lease. It's an unfortunate circumstance for whoever is going to move in after us, but it's pretty much 'out of our hands'.)
We looked at an apartment last night. It was a converted attic. And a complete dive. The landlord obviously didn't want to rent to us. Kind of noticeable when Maeg asked for applications. His answer? 'Well, there are a few people ahead of you. Let's see how it works out. My wife has your number'. Who says that?
Class tonight and hardly any sleep last night! I tried crying myself to sleep, hoping I could wear myself out. To no avail.