Well, here I am, at home. It's 2:10 in the morning, and I thought I'd be sleeping peacefully, with Lovey and Nedi, in my own bed. I went to bed at 10, having been up since 5 a.m.; I have not had more than 30 minutes of uninterrupted sleep since then. At first, I thought the screams, yells, and laughter were from a disbanding party at the Harvest House Hotel. (They do big weddings and receptions and other "large events.") Then I realized that the noise was bouncing off the privacy fence and coming back at me. At 1:50, I finally got dressed and went out into the apartment hallway to investigate. As I stepped into our lobby, I saw that the recycle box for mail and magazines was stuffed full of empty beer cans, which it hadn't been when I arrived home from Cooper and Lola's. I could hear voices and laughter as I walked toward the stairs; upstairs, I easily identified the source of the party - A-215.
I just called the police with a noise complaint, and they are on the way. Maybe I can get some solid sleep soon.
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