salsa, meringue and beef cubes
Sooooo the music last night wasn't Yugoslavian, it was actually Spanish. It was loud and garbled and I was beginning to think it was a block party...even though some part of my brain was telling me it was a Tuesday night. Hm.
My father took a stroll around to find out where it was coming from. Turned out to be a house around the block. We have never heard a peep from those people before and they've lived here the whole time that we have (since I was 18 mnths old). I figure someone must have been house sitting for them or something. I don't know...I didn't even know anyone lived there full time until my mom told me. I've only seen people coming and going from there less than a handful of times.
The music and marauding went on until 2:30 in the morning...echoing, stirring up all the dogs around here and keeping everyone awake. Neighbors were standing outside and hollering at them to shut up but neither this nor the repeated noise complaints from us and others could produce the cops or make them cut it out. We called for four hours and still no one showed up. I called in a rage around 1:30ish and then my dad called and gave the guy at the precinct a wonderful speech about donuts and robbing our money.
My dad cracks me up. Here is a sampling of the most heated part of his speech:
"When I call over a span of four hours to file a complaint because I'm being kept up at 2 in the morning by the god damned discotheque outside my window, no one is home. When I park outside my house for three minutes, every cop with in a ten mile radius is home. It's all about the money isn't it? What am I paying for cops to sleep in the park and watch late night TV? I think it's time for someone to get off their ass, remove the donut from the mouth and get over here to do the job I'm paying them to do. The minute this city sees an opportunity to reach into my pocket, they never seem to have much trouble finding me. God forbid I should request the privilege of going to sleep at 2 o'clock in the morning when I have to wake up at 6am the next day to go to work to make the money to pay off the tickets that YOU have charged me for. You know what's wrong with this city? This kind of service. It's why New York has become such a hostile place to live."
I wonder if he just kind of improvised that, or if he had thought it through first. I was pretty impressed that the guy on the other end didn't hang up before he was done. He had him on the phone for quite a while.
I was satisfied with this, and went upstairs. lol. About 15 minutes later, the music went off, and someone came peeling around the block from that direction. They slammed into my across the street neighbors car, demolishing the side of it, and then swerved and drove into a tree. The guy got out of the car instantly and started running down the block fast as hell. Thankfully, at this point, the cop cars showed up.
....I had a midterm today after two nights straight of four hours' sleep. I'm worried about how I did.
I sat in Bryant Park for about an hour eating my roll with 2 egg whites and ham (I don't usually get ham on it, but decided to switch it up today)after getting out of my test. The park was pretty empty because it was just after 9am. I was one of the only people there. I picked a spot in a little alcove by the carousel. I was so tired I felt like my head was vibrating. I had nothing to read, I don't know if I'd read even if I did have something on me because it was a beautiful morning. I watched the sun creep across the ivy garden behind me, and the little sparrows jumping around in the bushes and flower pots across from me. I saw a kick ass caterpillar. He was really fuzzy and bright yellow with a brown head and brown and yellow antennae. I tried not to look at the exodus of business suits going on behind me and tuned out the traffic. I wished I could just fall asleep right there.
I saw an Asian woman pushing a baby in a carriage. They sat down behind me eventually. The baby looked so funny, he was really tiny with this giant baseball cap on. Kind of reminded me of how Charlie brown looks in a baseball cap.
I remembered how I used to look out the window in kindergarten completely hating the fact that I was trapped in a dinghy classroom doing what I thought were stupid things. LOL. I would watch women pushing baby carriages and wish I could go outside and walk with them (my brother was in a carriage at the time, so I guess I related). I remember seeing a really big, beautiful white angora cat on the walkway outside the building. My school was in a residential apartment complex. They converted the bottom floors into classrooms.
On a sort of unrelated note, when I think of kindergarten, I'm always reminded of an unpleasant memory. I was walking to the playground with my class one sunny spring day wearing my new black Maryjanes, when I stepped squarely on top of a cube of raw beef. It was just lying there on the sidewalk. I felt it squish under the thin sole of my shoe, looked down and was completely horrified. It was a really disgusting sensation.
And I shall leave you with this thought. Mwahaha. I'm tired and rambling anyway.;0)
My father took a stroll around to find out where it was coming from. Turned out to be a house around the block. We have never heard a peep from those people before and they've lived here the whole time that we have (since I was 18 mnths old). I figure someone must have been house sitting for them or something. I don't know...I didn't even know anyone lived there full time until my mom told me. I've only seen people coming and going from there less than a handful of times.
The music and marauding went on until 2:30 in the morning...echoing, stirring up all the dogs around here and keeping everyone awake. Neighbors were standing outside and hollering at them to shut up but neither this nor the repeated noise complaints from us and others could produce the cops or make them cut it out. We called for four hours and still no one showed up. I called in a rage around 1:30ish and then my dad called and gave the guy at the precinct a wonderful speech about donuts and robbing our money.
My dad cracks me up. Here is a sampling of the most heated part of his speech:
"When I call over a span of four hours to file a complaint because I'm being kept up at 2 in the morning by the god damned discotheque outside my window, no one is home. When I park outside my house for three minutes, every cop with in a ten mile radius is home. It's all about the money isn't it? What am I paying for cops to sleep in the park and watch late night TV? I think it's time for someone to get off their ass, remove the donut from the mouth and get over here to do the job I'm paying them to do. The minute this city sees an opportunity to reach into my pocket, they never seem to have much trouble finding me. God forbid I should request the privilege of going to sleep at 2 o'clock in the morning when I have to wake up at 6am the next day to go to work to make the money to pay off the tickets that YOU have charged me for. You know what's wrong with this city? This kind of service. It's why New York has become such a hostile place to live."
I wonder if he just kind of improvised that, or if he had thought it through first. I was pretty impressed that the guy on the other end didn't hang up before he was done. He had him on the phone for quite a while.
I was satisfied with this, and went upstairs. lol. About 15 minutes later, the music went off, and someone came peeling around the block from that direction. They slammed into my across the street neighbors car, demolishing the side of it, and then swerved and drove into a tree. The guy got out of the car instantly and started running down the block fast as hell. Thankfully, at this point, the cop cars showed up.
....I had a midterm today after two nights straight of four hours' sleep. I'm worried about how I did.
I sat in Bryant Park for about an hour eating my roll with 2 egg whites and ham (I don't usually get ham on it, but decided to switch it up today)after getting out of my test. The park was pretty empty because it was just after 9am. I was one of the only people there. I picked a spot in a little alcove by the carousel. I was so tired I felt like my head was vibrating. I had nothing to read, I don't know if I'd read even if I did have something on me because it was a beautiful morning. I watched the sun creep across the ivy garden behind me, and the little sparrows jumping around in the bushes and flower pots across from me. I saw a kick ass caterpillar. He was really fuzzy and bright yellow with a brown head and brown and yellow antennae. I tried not to look at the exodus of business suits going on behind me and tuned out the traffic. I wished I could just fall asleep right there.
I saw an Asian woman pushing a baby in a carriage. They sat down behind me eventually. The baby looked so funny, he was really tiny with this giant baseball cap on. Kind of reminded me of how Charlie brown looks in a baseball cap.
I remembered how I used to look out the window in kindergarten completely hating the fact that I was trapped in a dinghy classroom doing what I thought were stupid things. LOL. I would watch women pushing baby carriages and wish I could go outside and walk with them (my brother was in a carriage at the time, so I guess I related). I remember seeing a really big, beautiful white angora cat on the walkway outside the building. My school was in a residential apartment complex. They converted the bottom floors into classrooms.
On a sort of unrelated note, when I think of kindergarten, I'm always reminded of an unpleasant memory. I was walking to the playground with my class one sunny spring day wearing my new black Maryjanes, when I stepped squarely on top of a cube of raw beef. It was just lying there on the sidewalk. I felt it squish under the thin sole of my shoe, looked down and was completely horrified. It was a really disgusting sensation.
And I shall leave you with this thought. Mwahaha. I'm tired and rambling anyway.;0)