I spent most of my morning listening to the Wu-Tang Clan.
Not necessarily because itís part of my normal morning routine, but more so because Fireboy next door declared war last night in the way of throwing an impromptu bash in the hallway at 1am this morning.
I am not sure how many tarts he and his buddies picked last night, but from the sound of things, there was a full-on rave going on next door.
Now, Iím no Scully, but considering the pootz-pootz-pootz! of the incredibly crappy techo-ick blaring through the heating vents and vibrating through the walls Ďtil the wee hours of the morní I made a few sleuth-like assumptions from the ruckus.
Like, Fireboy invited a few friends over after the bars closed last night. Which means Fireboy probably didnít have to work today.
Which means Fireboy was probably planning on sleeping in.
What fireboy did not realize is that some people did, in fact, have to work this American Holiday. And some people across the hallway had just fallen asleep when his party started. And some people could hear every-single-thing going on next door as if a discotheque had just opened in her living room and her bed was the red-velvet-roped off V.I.P. section.
What he also failed to recognize is that some people have a very loud stereo with super-loud speakers and booming bass and this very same person was not afraid to get up extra early to use that very loud stero with the volume up and the bass on 10 while Fireboy was trying to sleep off his hangover.
You think thatís pretty petty, donít you?
Well, feh! If you think thatís petty Ė wait Ďtil I tell you I also slammed my front door a half-dozen times, too. Just in case old boy actually enjoyed the incredibly loud 7:00am Wu-Tang serenade.
Thatís right, yíheard! I slammed the door unnecessarily! And more than once! Just to reconstruct the racket he and his pals made until 4-ish this morning, just in case he was feeling prematurely nostalgic and for the good times.
Hey man, if youíre gonna be petty, be petty, people!
In other news, I did not get the opportunity to meet up with 12% Beermates Rudey and Fadein this weekend during Rudeyís big trip to Chicago, but I did manage to send my regrets with a quick phone call late Friday evening while they enjoyed beverages with out me.
I am happy to say they are each terribly charming in their own special way, and I was glad at least to get the chance to chat with them for a few minutes.
And I was especially enjoying my conversation with Rudey about the Fuckit Bucket, until I heard screaming in the background and Fadein tore the phone away from her because we were burning up too many of his precious cell minutes.
Note to Fade: free nights and weekend plan. Look into it.
But nevertheless, charming people, the both of them.