Something weird happens when a person reaches an age that is still considerably young, but also old enough that one no longer appreciates the fun that is being had when loud noises are coming from ones neighbors’ apartments.
Our particular apartment community has some sort of deal with the Art Institute of Portland, acting as part dorm-type situation for its students. Im not sure what the set-up is, but I was aware of it when we moved in. Not because the manger did the right thing and informed us of this before we signed our lease, but because I have a habit of checking out apartments on Apartment Ratings.com and read about it in some of the complaints on there.
Before we lived here, we lived 2 blocks away from PSU, so we are used to noise. Besides, when a person lives downtown, they’d better be aware that noise comes with the territory. It is no quiet community down here.
But these fucking art school kids are driving me to the brink of insanity. To their credit, the noise rarely lasts past 10:00. Which is nice, but does not negate the fact that those of us who work all day long like to come home and enjoy a reasonable level of quiet. It doesn’t negate the fact that an apartment balcony is NEVER the place for an impromptu drum circle. And it certainly doesn’t negate the fact that even though a person may have an acoustic guitar, a seemingly endless amount of broken-heart-inspired emo songs, and a young healthy voice with which to sing them as loudly as possible, that one is not Conor Oberst onstage at a Bright Eyes show, one is still a fucking annoying art student 5 minutes away from getting his guitar smashed if he doesn’t take that shit inside.
A strange thing is happening to Pancho, too. He has recently had to yell at a few particular kids who are apparently only good enough on a skateboard to ride back and forth on the sidewalk directly underneath our balcony and windows, making the most annoying sounds as they pass over a metal grate of sorts each time. He even told them about a few fun spots to skate that are close to the apartments, and all they could say was, “yeah, but we aren’t that good”, well, then STOP SKATING.
We enjoyed a nice, quiet summer, re-signed our lease, and now these kids are making me crazy, and slightly homicidal.
So, school is in. Awesome.
4 comments:
I hate downtown portland.
Aww, baby. No you dont! :)
xoxo
Dude. I totally know where you're coming from. 99 out of 100 acoustic guitars ought to be broken over the shins of the their owners, and 100 out of 100 drum-circle-style drums should be broken over the heads of their owners. Them's the facts.
If you like ApartmentRatings.com, you'll probably find RateMyApartments.com to be interesting too...especially if you're a student. Nice blog by the way.
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