Welcome to 2008

I spent my Eve riding Wolf Pack all night. We rode out to Colorado and Figueroa and were planning on bombing down Fig when I got a flat. I changed it and we rode the next 7 miles into downtown LA in less than 20 minutes. And I got another flat, so I decided to take advantage of the free subway rides and just Metro it home.

When the clock struck 12, I was in a deserted subway car with my friend at Union Station. Very weird.

We were invited to a party in Mid-Wilshire, and we arrived home at about 1 a.m.

When we entered into our building, here’s what happened next:

1) The lobby was full of obviously underaged drunken college students. I say obvious because the words of “duuuuuuuude” and “Oh, I’m so druuuuuuuuunk” flowed much like the cheap beer from the 2nd and 3rd floors.

2) The elevator door opened and a woman emerged having just puked all over the elevator floor, and she covered her mouth looking like round two was just below her tonsils.

3) Rather than head up the puked in elevator, Alex and I headed for the stairs. However, we had to wait for a short time as a group of twenty-somethings headed down, all helping each other…all saying the same thing as #1 (referencing dude and I’m so….)

4) As we headed up the stairs, we stopped at the third floor because we wanted to see what was making so much noise in the lightwell. It look like the loft off to the left had been turned into a Boston Pub, a full stage, band, and audience was in full force.

5) We got up to our loft, put on pajamas, watched a little Law and Order.

6) At 3 a.m., our next door neighbor’s party was in full swing. The music was so loud our pictures rattled.

7) At 4:20 a.m. we called the building security. They came up stairs, asked the neighbors to turn down their stereo. That lasted all of ten minutes.

8) At 4:40 a.m. we called the police to report an excessive noise complaint.

9) at 5:01 a.m. the police arrived, knocked on the neighbor’s door, and announced the party to be over.

10) at 5:30 a.m. the music volume went up again.

The neighbor’s stereo is still loud (and its 2 p.m.) and you can even hear the conversations next door. We’ve contacted our building management well over 10 times about this, and yet…the new neighbor’s still playing his loud music.

I’m tired and a bit cranky.

Ginny, I think you just single-handedly did more in one post to promote Historic Core living in the 20-something crowd than you will ever know…

Ya whatever. As soon as I was done with that post Alex and I hopped the train to San Diego for dinner. We will be back after midnight.

I hope you left your stereo on at “11” while you are out…

After more thought… Rental managers might want to think about the fact our lease is up this month and we are on the hunt for a building that appreciates qiet worker bees over 40 somethings looking to reclaim their youth.

Wow, now you’re going to get the 40-somethings looking to reclaim their youth crowd flocking to PE Lofts too…good luck with that hunt…