WARNING: No knitting content.
Okay, so we live in an apartment building. We’ve actually lived in this building for the last 13 years (OH MY GOD!), but in this particular apartment for 7. Well, we had this elderly gentleman for a next door neighbor until about a month ago. He was relatively quiet and besides the occasional TV too late at night, was the perfect neighbor. Never seen or heard from.
The peace is no longer.
We have new neighbors. Up until last night, our major concern was their cooking. It stinks. I don’t care how good the food tastes in your mouth, when it travels through the HVAC and infests my bedroom and my closet (yes, my clothes are starting to stink!) all those delicious edibles turn to crap. That’s what it smells like. Crap. Okay, fine, if I crack the window the bedroom odors clear out real quick. But it’s getting cold and we don’t know what to do.
Last night, though, they decided to have a little get together. I don’t care if you think I’m a stodgy fool, I want to go to sleep when I want to go to sleep. In their infinite wisdom, the architects of this building designed it so the bedrooms back up against the next door dining room. Most people don’t dine in the middle of the night. But these people had a party. A party people. And it went on and on and there was laughing and yelling and 1AM turned into 3AM which turned into 5FUCKINGAM. My earplugs weren’t working anymore so I went to sleep on the couch. Georgie seemed to be asleep as he was snoring away (poor baby has a cold). I never actually fell asleep and got up from the couch to get some water. On my way, I opened the front door – you could hear the noise all the way down the hallway.
Making my way back to the couch, I noticed the light was on in the bedroom. G had already called the doorman to complain, yet again. So back to the bedroom I went. We watched William Hurt and Lee Marvin in Gorky Park for a while (the one time I would’ve liked at least an attempt at a fake accent), but flipped around and found Frantic, one of my all time favorite movies. Then we fell asleep. Finally. At around 6. Completely unacceptable.
What do we do? We talked about moving. But we really can’t afford it and we don’t really want to, at least not right now. Plus, it seems so unfair that we’d have to move because of rotten neighbor circumstances. I love my apartment – it’s home in every sense of the word. And we are pretty much homebodies. I work out of my home when I’m not teaching or on a shoot, which is most of the time.
HELP! We’re hoping the all-nighter was a once in a long while thing, but how do we get rid of the smells? Does anyone know of any good room deodorizers that won’t trade one bad smell for another equally horrid, too perfume smell. My husband, my clothes and I thank you for one and all suggestions.
Okay. Rant over. I’m tired. Thanks.
