12 Days of Christmas- Day 10

19 Dec

I’ve come to accept that there are things in life I can’t control:

  • Death
  • People actin’ a fool towards me
  • Weather
  • MTV playing reruns of the MTV Movie Awards for 6 straight months after it airs
  • My bladder

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While driving today, I came up with a great concept for today’s blog. I was going to talk about my family, love, friendship and all that other crap you’re supposed to be thankful for around the holidays. I was going to win awards with this post. The Nobel Prize committee might as well have been polishing my medal (they give medals, right?)

I got all cozy in bed, fired up the laptop, and was ready to type up my masterpiece. Then I heard it. The squeaking. The moaning. The banging on the wall. Crazy jungle sex from my neighbor upstairs.

My neighbor's "Kama Sutra"(Credit: IMDB)

My neighbor’s “Kama Sutra”
(Credit: IMDB)

Look, sex is a normal part of life. I think the world would be a much better place is people got laid more often. I’m not a prude, and I’m genuinely happy for people who get a little slap and tickle on a regular basis. My issue isn’t with sex itself.

My issue is with their sex.

As some background, they are not a couple. I thank my lucky stars that I don’t have to listen to that hot mess on a regular basis. He’s a wannabe player in his late 20′s, and she’s a cougar who looks like she snorted one too many lines of coke at Studio 54. They just get together on occasion and do it like they do on the Discovery Channel.

He calls her up, she comes over, and they hang out in his room for awhile. I can hear them mumbling and laughing for a good hour before they start getting their freak on. I imagine during this time they’re drinking Bud Light (or something equally offensive) and listening to the smooth sounds of Ginuwine.

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Then they move into the Bow Chicka Wow phase of the night. Fine, ruin your mattress. Put things in questionable places. Give yourself a yeast infection by letting him pour chocolate syrup on your Lady Bird Johnson.

DO NOT do these things:

  • Scream “you smell better than a bucket of KFC” unless you’re talking to an In-N-Out burger
  • Shout “put your back into it” unless you’re talking to someone helping you lift a couch up seven flights of stairs
  • Call someone “daddy” unless you’re five and the person you’re talking to is actually your father
  • Keep saying “oooh oooh oooh” over and over again unless you’re practicing to be an extra in a “Planet of the Apes” reboot
  • Take a phone call in the middle of your sexy time

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They’ve finally stopped doing the vertical tango, but now it’s too late. No flowery post about my hippie love for all the wonderful things in my life. All you’re left with is this post, and all I’m left with is the kind of memory that will haunt my dreams for years to come.

Today’s challenge is to tell me about a craptastic neighbor you’ve had. Anyone who has ever lived in an apartment (or “flat” for you fancy European bastards) has had one. I want to hear it all.

You know who probably doesn’t suck as a neighbor? Today’s winner! Congrats to Saradraws! E-mail me at Sipsofjenandtonic.com, yo.

Now it’s time for me to get some sleep…if I can.

97 Responses to “12 Days of Christmas- Day 10”

  1. La La 12/19/2012 at 4:13 am #

    Hahaha, thank god they’re done. You make my mornings bright.

    Oh, hippity dippity.

    The neighbors above me in my old apartment also had this sex, except I swear that the guy actually yelled things like, “Yahoo!!!!!” and “Weeeeyaaa!!” when they did it. Terrible. I wondered if it was ever the same woman, but I was never able to tell because he yelled too loudly. I don’t miss that.

    • aliceatwonderland 12/19/2012 at 6:18 am #

      I bet she wasn’t yelling Weeeyaaa! nearly as much as he was.

      • La La 12/19/2012 at 7:36 am #

        She SURE wasn’t.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:19 am #

      It sounds like your previous neighbor watched one too many Westerns…

  2. speaker7 12/19/2012 at 4:18 am #

    Okay here goes…setting: college apartment. We stayed overnight the first night and the next morning, I was greeted with a visit from the downstairs neighbor, his first words being “The noise must cease” and our relationship proceeded down hill from there. He wanted to work out a walking schedule, meaning times that would be acceptable for me to walk in my apartment. He filed injunctions with the city, called the police on us and contacted the dean of our university to state that we had scraped a racial and homophobic epitaph on his car. The best part is, he was really loud. We could hear his phone conversations. The one that stands out was his plan to have his father come to our door in his police uniform to threaten us. He was later evicted for not paying his rent so I guess in a sense the noise did cease.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:20 am #

      He wanted to work out a walking schedule?! You should have told him you wanted to work out a dick punching schedule.

    • saradraws 12/19/2012 at 12:28 pm #

      wha…..?
      Why are there so many crazy-in-a-bad-way people? A walking schedule? I’ll WALK YOUR SCHEDULE, MISTER.

  3. Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher 12/19/2012 at 6:07 am #

    We had a couple living behind us in a ‘house’ that my landlord built in our backyard. The guy was about 50 lbs and his wife was 500 lbs – she used to beat the living CRAP out of him on a regular basis. Occassionally, he’d come to our back door, drunk on cheap beer and start rambling. They were an improvement over the stripper junkie that occupied it previously. After those three magical neighbors, we told the landlord that we’d be contacting the city to let them know there was a non-zoned house in our yard if he rented the place again….so the crazy landlord (who would periodically come over to ask if we had anything for his ‘roids) lived there… ah – it’s good to live right by the university!

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:22 am #

      Your landlord would ask you if you had ‘roid medication? What happened to asking to borrow a cup of sugar?

      • Rutabaga the Mercenary Researcher 12/19/2012 at 10:28 am #

        He was a weird weird man – and neither of us had any ‘roid meds for him…yet he’d come ask anyway. Luckily the $200/month rent for a house 2 blocks from the university was compensation for living near him and his freakish renters.

    • UndercoverL 12/19/2012 at 12:58 pm #

      That lady may, or may not, have been my sister and her first husband. You should have given him some IcyHot for his ‘roids. That would have been ah-may-zing.

  4. aliceatwonderland 12/19/2012 at 6:17 am #

    We used to live in a neighborhood that was less like Norman Rockwell and more like a step above bars over the windows. It was fun. Once the house on the end of the block caught fire, and half the neighborhood went over to watch. Not, like, call the fire department or anything, just say “fire, fire” etc. Once I had to ask a guy next door to quit setting off firecrackers in his front lawn because I was trying to put my child down for a nap. Stray children roamed the street – I’m talking toddlers at times. Oh, and the neighbors across the street were routinely picked up for drug violations. Fun times. We’ve lived in our new house four years and wow was I sad when we had to leave the old neighborhood. No I wasn’t.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:24 am #

      Oh man, I used to live in a TERRIBLE apartment complex. As in, I can’t believe I didn’t get mugged or robbed when I lived there. Once, a car caught fire and everyone just stood around while it became increasingly engulfed in flames.

  5. El Guapo 12/19/2012 at 6:20 am #

    Join in! Thumpt eh ceiling in rhythm with them!
    Order them a pizza for afterwards!
    (As a bonus, have them deliver a few minutes before the finale.)
    (hehehe)

  6. mabukach 12/19/2012 at 6:30 am #

    #1 – you are fricking hilarious.

    When I lived in the UES in Ny, we lived in a atrium style apartment with PAPER THIN walls – I could hear thoughts.
    THe neighbor next to me was a drug dealer who got evicted because he got busted selling ecstasy on craigslist.

    The girls above me used to come home wasted and play Bon Jovi on Guitar Hero at 4 in the morning.

    And the girl below me….well, she made the most disturbing sex sounds I’ve ever heard. So weird, and loud, that people called the cops a couple times because they thought she was getting murdered – myself included. Like, full on screaming/snuff shit.

    I had to move.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:26 am #

      People sell ecstasy on Craigslist? Man, if I had only known that last Saturday…

      I don’t understand screaming during sex, that seems like overkill. Screaming while you’re eating a cake, that’s a different story.

      • mabukach 12/19/2012 at 10:57 am #

        Well, they do, then they get arrested – so, get ‘em while they’re hot!

        “I want your cake inside me!!!”

        • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 11:00 am #

          That’s it. I’m making a porn called “GET IN MY BELLY!”

  7. becca3416 12/19/2012 at 7:22 am #

    Try moving into a new apartment and while you and your dad are putting together your bed in your room, the neighbors start banging on furniture that is way too loud to be a bed. That one is in my top five most mortifying moments.

    Then there was the neighbor who monitored my rent house’s grass length, but I don’t want to get into that.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:29 am #

      ACK! That’s worse than a sex scene coming on during a movie. The grass length thing is just strange. My grandparents live next to a guy who cuts his lawn with scissors, and measures it with a ruler to make sure it’s even.

      • becca3416 12/19/2012 at 12:15 pm #

        People are enigmas. But that doesn’t mean I need to hear them banging.

  8. iRuniBreathe 12/19/2012 at 7:22 am #

    This post is more about the icky and annoying than festive stuff. But I guess it fits. Kinda like some of those Christmas dinners you had to attend as a kid.

    I never actually really had annoying neighbours. My worst was when I lived in a ground floor apartment my first year of college and the couple upstairs used to let their kid rollerblade around the apartment. Of course, his floor was my ceiling and the grating noise of scraping along the hardwood floor would last for hours. Once when I asked them about it, saying that sound really travels, they assured me that he only rides on the carpet so I shouldn’t hear anything.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:30 am #

      Wow, letting your kid rollerblade through an apartment (carpet or not) is ridiculous. Seeing people on rollerblades outside is annoying enough.

  9. Adrienne schmadrienne 12/19/2012 at 7:23 am #

    Wow they dick around for an hour before they actually get to the dicking around? Just cut to the chase and get in and get out.
    I’ve never had offensive sex neighbors but I’m afraid I was one of those people once. Once only. My ex showed up at my front door and it was on when I opened the door. So on, I forgot to shut the front door. I felt sheepish afterwards but I only did that once. I’m sure my crazy duplex neighbor didn’t love that.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:30 am #

      YOU LEFT YOUR DOOR OPEN? Ohmigod, please tell me you blogged about that.

      • Adrienne schmadrienne 12/19/2012 at 10:47 am #

        No I didn’t. But it doesn’t mean I won’t. Sometimes I forget it happened. But whenever any song from the Kings of Leon album, If Only By the Night comes on, I break out a little smile.

        • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:48 am #

          Kings of Leon + Open Door + Blog Post = Something that needs to happen in my lifetime. Basic math, really.

  10. Brother Jon 12/19/2012 at 7:43 am #

    Until recently I’ve lived next to my ex-step-brother, who is 22 years old. He gets paid on Thursdays, so never fail….party time. Beer pong, loud music, funny smelling cigarettes…all in a studio apartment the size of a short bus. About a year ago he and a group were partying it up sometime in the middle of the week. I banged on the door and ask “you know how to read a clock!” to which he replied “NO”. Talk about seven shades of pissed off. I then proceeded to tell him that “just because the old lady down stairs won’t call the cops on him doesn’t mean I won’t.”

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:37 am #

      Do these people work? That’s always my question. How can they possibly stay up like that without feeling like death the next day.

      • Brother Jon 12/19/2012 at 11:16 am #

        He works at the same place I do, and has to be there earlier than me.

  11. Words for Worms 12/19/2012 at 8:01 am #

    Oh man. My last apartment got a full on flea infestation. We had NO ANIMALS. Turned out, the loud sex having lady upstairs allowed her paramour’s flea infested dog to stay in her apartment (which was against the rules) and gave us fleas. Dude. It was like WEEKS of vacuuming and bug bombing and having the exterminators come out before they realized they bugs were getting into our apartment from upstairs. (I should mention I’m extremely tasty to blood sucking insects and was covered in itchy bites.) The next time I saw her face to face she asked if she could borrow a book from me, because she wanted something to read on the plane to her appearance on Judge Joe Brown. True story.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:40 am #

      Wow, that really, really, really sucks. Something similar happened to a friend of mine, only it was her neighbor to the right of her. The woman was hoarding cats, and they all had fleas. It took my friend nearly two months before she was flea-free.

      She was on Judge Joe Brown? You had a brush with a TV celebrity!

      • Words for Worms 12/19/2012 at 12:06 pm #

        Yes. Apparently she was suing her ex for bashing up her car? She told me she didn’t care if she won the case or not, because she got a $5000 appearance fee. Then she said “Bitch gots to fix her ride.” I did NOT give her a book. No, no, no.

  12. artsifrtsy 12/19/2012 at 8:05 am #

    If you have seen the movie, “A Christmas Story” – and who hasn’t – their next door neighbor are the Bumpusses and they have a pack of obnoxious dogs. The Bumpusses were based on my next-door neighbors with fewer dogs.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:41 am #

      Funny in a movie. Not funny in real life.

      • artsifrtsy 12/19/2012 at 11:00 am #

        It would be tolerable if there was a Chinese takeout nearby

  13. twindaddy 12/19/2012 at 8:56 am #

    Nothing to off-the-wall here. I had some neighbors who used to complain about the noise coming out of my apartment ALL the time. We weren’t that loud. The apartments just had thin walls. I could hear everything there were doing, too.

    Then there was the couple that fought all the time and had the police over for a visit at least weekly. That was fun, too.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:42 am #

      I always wonder if domestic disturbances (the non-violent kind I mean) embarrass the people having them? They seem perfectly find airing all their dirty laundry to people they have to see every day.

      • twindaddy 12/19/2012 at 11:25 am #

        I doubt it. It seems to me if they were that concerned about it they wouldn’t let it spill outside to where the cops were called in the first place. But what do I know?

        • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 11:25 am #

          Better question is, what DON’T you know?

          • twindaddy 12/19/2012 at 11:27 am #

            ‘Tis true. That is indeed the question.

  14. analyfe 12/19/2012 at 9:52 am #

    In my college apartment, there was a foreign exchange student from Dubai and one day in September he had asked me a question in the lobby, and asked because I was nice and he hardly spoke English. Bad idea! The next day he proposed that he would take me back to Dubai with him to be married because I was so “light and beautiful.” All year, I did everything to avoid him and took on this standoffish-friendliness because I had no idea how to handle things. When he did see me, he would stroke my hair, touch my face, and speak in his native language, It was sooo creepy. Luckily I’ve never had jungle sex neighbors…

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 10:43 am #

      That is a whole new level of creepy right there. Don’t get me wrong, you really are a lovely person, but wanting to marry you after a simple exchange like that? YIKES.

      • analyfe 12/27/2012 at 9:19 am #

        Super creepy! I swear I’m a creep magnet…not quite sure why, but I have had multiple people instantly fall in love with me and then go bat-crazy when they learn that the feelings are not mutual. That might make for some good fodder for my blog…

  15. calahan 12/19/2012 at 10:50 am #

    No weird sexually rabid neighbor stories. I did have a wanna-be DJ neighbor whom I started with being annoyed at, but which quickly devolved into pure hatred. Who has a house party on a Wednesday? That guy! The moment it hit 10pm and the nuisance law was on my side, I called the cops. After doing this nearly a dozen times, I complained to his landlords, mentioned the parties and the brawl that ensued following one party break-up and they got kicked out.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/19/2012 at 11:01 am #

      You are the first person I’ve heard of who was able to get their neighbor evicted. You need a plaque in the “Bad Neighbor Hall of Fame” or something.

      Also, sorry for attending all those raves your neighbor was throwing. He was serving finger sandwiches, and I couldn’t resist.

      • calahan 12/19/2012 at 11:28 am #

        Yeah, I can be spiteful when I need to be. Hee hee.

  16. Emily @ The Waiting 12/19/2012 at 11:28 am #

    Thank Jebus I’ve never heard neighbors having sex; I AM a prude and I just couldn’t handle that. In college, though, I did have some downstairs neighbors who fancied themselves DJs and would play trance beats all night long. My roommates and I would bang on the floor and they’d usually turn it down. However, one night they just wouldn’t so we kept banging until we heard a loud crash. Turns out their ceiling fan had become dislodged and fell on their heads. Oops. I guess that makes us the bad neighbors.

    • Lyssapants 12/19/2012 at 12:45 pm #

      That doesn’t make you a bad neighbor. That means that karma is real.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:16 am #

      You have the power to knock fans out of ceilings? Good lord, you’re like a superhero or something.

  17. saradraws 12/19/2012 at 12:31 pm #

    COngrats Sara for winning something spectacular touched by J&T herself! Sweet boobies on christ I am excited.
    Someone had to say it. sigh….
    Sorry about the noise, by the way.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:17 am #

      This will be more valuable than holy water blessed by the pope himself.

      • saradraws 12/22/2012 at 10:11 am #

        by the by, you told me to email you at your website address….um, so …

  18. vyvacious 12/19/2012 at 12:32 pm #

    I had a suitemate in college (who we shared a bathroom with) who would leave little presents for us on the toilet seat and in the shower. Things are about to get fucking grody so look away if you get queasy (I’m not even going to say easily because this shit is gross)…

    1. Period blood ON THE TOILET SEAT.
    2. Period blood ON THE TOILET FLUSHER.
    3. Period blood ON THE SHOWER FLOOR.
    4. Curly pubes ALL OVER THE SHOWER FLOOR AND WALLS.

    Wanna know how I knew the pubes were hers? I asked my then-roommate if she had straight or curly, she said straight.

    GOTCHA, BITCH!

    • GiggsMcGill Jill 12/19/2012 at 9:54 pm #

      Ew. That is seriously gross and bad neighbor behavior!

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:17 am #

      WHAT?! She left period blood everywhere? I mean, menstruating isn’t the cleanest thing, but was her vagina like a hose?! I DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS NONSENSE.

  19. Lyssapants 12/19/2012 at 12:43 pm #

    Ok that picture of the My Little Nightmare will give me just that. Thanksalot.
    When I lived in Boston, I lived in this old apartment building built in the 20s. Thin walls, lead paint, the whole deal. Above me was either a female or a male who liked to crossdress, and he/she would get up at 6am everyday and put on heels and stomp around.
    We named her/him Stompy McStomp. Still preferable to your creaky moaners….

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:19 am #

      In my last apartment my neighbor was like that. She wore clogs all the time. Like, wooden clogs. She wasn’t dutch or anything, she just had a wooden clog fetish. She’d wear those things around the house and it sounded like a herd of buffalo stampeding across the plains.

  20. UndercoverL 12/19/2012 at 1:03 pm #

    My most irritating neighbor is my husband. He hides his nasty-a$$ socks in my pillowcase and leaves stinky diapers under my daughter’s bed.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:20 am #

      Your husband hides his socks in your pillowcase? That’s hysterical!

      • UndercoverL 12/20/2012 at 8:45 am #

        My husband’s feet could rival dead fish or a sewage treatment plant in foul odor content. Yes, he’s been trying to get me back for the time I took the in-sole out of his favorite shoes and put it in his pillowcase. He had to find out what it’s like to live with the smell. He found out at 2:30 AM. His shoes sleep outside now.

  21. rossmurray1 12/19/2012 at 1:05 pm #

    Sex-having neighbors: had that in two apartments. But that was nothing compared to living above bartenders. They’d come home at 3:30 in the morning and blast at full volume… Air Supply! And that’s all I’ll say about that Third Floor of Hell.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:20 am #

      Blasting Air Supply any time of the day is grounds for eviction.

  22. Aurora HSP 12/19/2012 at 3:53 pm #

    Craptastic is just the tip of her ethos. Sociopath/psychopath might fit better, lol. Met her over the fence in roughly 1989 – she began crying and I walked from my side of the fence through her gate to give her a hug. REDRUM REDRUM REDRUM… OOOOPSY I meant REDFLAG REDFLAG REDFLAG. This same neighbour became a close bestie in more ways than I knew. Deemed “pigface” by my husband who could never stand her, it appears after I left my long time marriage, he could not only stand her delivering sex, booze and groceries to his door but much more. They collude in abusing me now and everything I ever confided in her about him is treated as though it did NOT happen. IMAGINE. Vile rapist of the worst mental/emotional order. I would rather she just kicked me. Wait. She did do that too. In my own former home and marriage of 32 years. It’s a neighbour story to top all neighbour stories and if I ever get strong enough to get the details all written as they should be, I’m hoping the screenplay will outdo Fatal Attraction at the box office. Any good title suggestions? LOL Twisted Fatal Attraction just doesn’t seem twisted enough to inspire me to write her dirty deeds… such a nasty piece of work she is. Just two weeks before I learned what she did/was doing behind my back, pressing her privates where mine once were, ugh, vomit thought, I DEFENDED her and said (she) would NEVER hurt me like that – she’s TOO RELIGIOUS. Hah. Mass attending spouter of goodness writes to me after she does this “you are of no character value. I would rather be of virtuous character.” God I was hurt. Then I felt so stupid. Now I waffle between hurt and stupid as it was 20 yrs of memories, photos, family met her all flushed instantly. Getting stronger every day, the wronger she is, the stronger I get, lol :) Anyway, that’s my worst craptastic neighbour. The others? Not even worth a mention by comparison. Okay then. Annoying, ignorant assholes who did not even comprehend polite english but grew so angry when you asked to sleep that they deliberately kept you up. (me, lol, but then so did my abusive husband… sheesh off before I go off again, Jen, lol)

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:22 am #

      You win for “worst neighbor ever” story. Good riddance to both of them, that’s what I say.

      • Aurora HSP 12/20/2012 at 1:29 am #

        LOL Yes Ma’am. ASAP. Just going through the courts now and then bliss, sweet bliss. For you, too, thanks for asking this. Go ahead ask me anything, LOL j/k Much love, Jen, thanks so much xo

  23. Bill Friday 12/19/2012 at 4:18 pm #

    I once lived in the apartment below a burly, twenty-something security guard who had women in and out of his place on a regular, high-pitched screaming, furniture shaking, headboard cracking plaster (and probably a “first name only”) basis. One night, in what I thought was a gesture of neighborly good will, he instead had a buddy over to watch a Lakers’ game on TV, which left me thinking that I might get the night off from HIS night off from causing the cottage cheese ceiling to crumble late into the night.

    WRONG!!!

    At halftime, the sounds of the game were muted, and the next sounds I heard were not Chick Hearn and Stu Lantz talking about the first half, but the same “man-on-girl-with-no-last-name” sounds as always… except this wasn’t “… girl-with-no-last-name”. It was “guy”.

    Surprise, surprise!!!

    Then, before the second half had even started, “guy-with-no-last-name” was down the outside stairs and gone, and my upstairs neighbor watched the second half of the game in silence.

    Now I wish I had written a limerick for this one.

    • GiggsMcGill Jill 12/19/2012 at 9:58 pm #

      HA! At least he kept things interesting??

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:23 am #

      So I have to ask, when he invited you over the next weekend to watch the Lakers’ game, what did you say?

  24. Soul Walker 12/19/2012 at 6:02 pm #

    Budlight really is offensive.

  25. Adam S 12/19/2012 at 6:25 pm #

    Dude, Jen, I laughed all the way through this. Classic!

    Notable line: “I imagine during this time they’re drinking Bud Light (or something equally offensive) and listening to the smooth sounds of Ginuwine.”

    My neighbor is a tool. He has a work allergy, I think, because he doesn’t do a whole lot of it. Yet, despite his implied lack of cash flow, he somehow manages to afford every single possible home service (lawn comes on my day off at 8am like clockwork), and every single motor-toy ever invented. But It’s the car that really bothers me…
    …up and down the street ALL DAY LONG during the Summer. RRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA RRRAAAAA RRRAAAAAAAAA REEEEEEEEEEEK

    He’s like a hyperactive kid. I’m gonna put sugar in his gas tank one night. Or maybe take his wheels off and melt them to his fucking roof.

    Merry KwanChristmasica

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:31 am #

      Why do neighbors always conveniently schedule things when it’s our day off, or the only day we get to sleep in? A neighbor I had held a yodeling class (seriously) in her apartment on Sundays at 10. It was the only day I got to sleep in, and I’d have to listen to a bunch of fucking lunatics reenact a Ricola commercial.

  26. timmer 12/19/2012 at 6:59 pm #

    ahhh, I need to catch up on all the other Christmas posts! But I’m gonna unofficially call Day 10 “hangin’ n’ bangin’”

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:31 am #

      You’re naming all of my posts from now on.

      • timmer 12/20/2012 at 7:49 am #

        In exchange for you tagging all of mine

  27. The Bumble Files 12/19/2012 at 8:00 pm #

    Oh, Jen..sorry you have such, uh…loud neighbors!! I had neighbors that used to fight all the time and yell at their kids. That wasn’t fun. I felt so bad for the kids. I think I’d prefer the vertical tango noise to that.

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:32 am #

      I agree, that’s worse. All of the tension and yelling is just depressing. At least mine ends after an hour, and only happens every couple of weeks.

  28. GiggsMcGill Jill 12/19/2012 at 10:03 pm #

    When my parents got a condo, for about a year, every time we came in it smelled like smoke. We assumed the smell was left over from the previous owners (as we had all their old furniture), and that we weren’t airing it out enough.
    Turned out the lady below us was a massive chain smoker. For years we would hold our breath before entering the room, run across to the opposite doors and throw them open!

    Luckily I’ve never had to listen to banging neighbors though. Especially cause I think I’d blush and get embarrassed/be all grumpy if I wasn’t getting any at that time… ;)

    • Jen and Tonic 12/20/2012 at 1:34 am #

      I love that you guys had a plan of action. The family that avoids second hand smoke together, stays together.

      • GiggsMcGill Jill 12/20/2012 at 10:59 am #

        True story! I’ve always wished second hand smoke was bubbles like in that one commercial. Then the world would be more fun :)

  29. travellingmo 12/21/2012 at 11:14 am #

    I had a similar upstairs neighbor. Once, my sister and I (we shared a room) awoke to what we thought was an earthquake. After about 2.5 seconds we heard screams and moans and realized that our upstairs neighbor was having such aggressive sex that it was SHAKING THE WALLS OF OUR ROOM. How is that even possible? We pounded on the ceiling a few times and the noises shut the heck up, as well as the shaking. This happened a few other times, but none so violent as the Earthquake-Sex Incident.

  30. twistingthreads 12/22/2012 at 1:45 am #

    While normally I put up with the usual loud bass thumping through my ceiling, my worst neighbors were probably the ones who never slept, screamed at each other for at least three hours straight everyday, and had a very fussy baby. Poor kid, it wasn’t his fault he cried (and my numbers are literal, not an exaggeration) 18 hours a day, or that when he did try to sleep his mother would decide to start an argument, or vacuum her two bedroom apartment for (again, literal) two whole hours, before overturning what sounded like entire pieces of furniture for no apparent reason at all. Of course the dad had to unwind, and what better way than to play the guitar with the amp turned all the way to 11 at 3AM? Oh, we got to hear them try to make baby #2 as well.

    I didn’t sleep for a year. I am ecstatic that they are gone. I actually celebrate when rowdy, drug-using, partying college students move in a above me with giant stereos and video game systems.

    Sorry your neighbors enjoy/don’t mind an audience to their passion, but hey, at least it makes a great blog post.

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