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I blogged this weekend so I will be leaving this up until sometime tomorrow. Know that I haven’t been returning comments. I will. My life’s been hectic; and I’m exhausted. Can smell the salt from the Hudson in my apartment. It is intoxicating. Did revise this post a bit
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Had such an exciting weekend that I don’t know how to begin to process it. I came home about midnight, last night, to the sounds of a large party going on in somewhere in the courtyard. The noise wasn’t unpleasant It sounded as if a hundred or more people were murmuring in a movie that I had on but wasn’t watching.
A woman began to scream:
“You stupid f–k’s, the police are on their way to arrest you all. You’re the noisiest people I have ever heard here, and I’m going to make sure that you pay.”
I know the woman who was screaming. She lives in my building and once asked me to look at the black & blue marks, on her arms, she got in a fight with our old super’s wife. I asked if she was going to the police to file a complaint and have it photographed.
No, she was going to have a massage on her arms. I said that was dumb, she had to go to the police first.
“No, I don’t want to. Really need a massage.”
“Your black & blue marks could be construed as coming from the massage. It’s really better to go to the police.”
I couldn’t help my response. I’m a licensed social worker, trained and knowledgeable in abuse. She became really angry and stormed away without showing me her arm. About two years later she asked me to testify in her trial. I told her that I couldn’t as she had never shown me her arm. She cursed me out. By then I knew all about her and her reputation as the building’s craziest resident.
She’s a rent-stabilized tenant rather than an owner like me, and as a tenant has more rights. I have equity. If we’re keeping score, I win. Sometimes she forgets that she hates me and talks to me as if we’re best friends. I smile.
She lives one apartment over and below mine. For three years, the penthouse next door was being built. They worked on Saturdays, Sundays, until late at night, and on holidays. There were days that I thought I was going to lose my mind. That’s when I found out that the construction, delivery and noise rules that apply to my coop don’t apply everywhere else. It was beyond horrible. Yet another thing to contribute to my post 9/11, post mother’s death depression.
She heard it yet she never complained. Well once, when she misplaced her anger and almost bit a doorman, but…I secretly hoped she would attempt to kill the penthouse’s owner.
The noise at the party last night wasn’t loud until she began to scream. People began screaming back at her. The police came and left, the people at the party became seriously drunk and much much louder for at least another hour and a half. I kept on listening for music and couldn’t hear any.
Think that upset me because I can tell a lot about a person from their choice of music. I’m the only person in my wing who doesn’t listen solely to classical and opera. Truthfully I’m much more a Motown, rock, alt rock, city country, blues, Cajun, not real folky folk music with an almost embarrassing love for doo wop and a Capella music.
When people have parties without music playing I have absolutely no feel for the terrain especially if I wasn’t invited to the party, can’t see it, and have absolutely no idea where it is or what kind of guests are there.
I don’t know people who have super large parties anymore. Truthfully, I would be bored within five minutes and want to go home, or to a restaurant with up to ten people. That makes me sad because once I found large parties to be incredibly exciting.