Chalk this up to The Disadvantages of Living Right in the Middle of Town (and Across the Street from Two Bars That Cater to the Teeny-Boppers of Ye Faire Olde Towne):
So the weather is nice now, which means that the two bars right across the (extremely narrow, European-style cobblestone) street from me decided that now is the right time to open up what I thought were innocent outside walls but which turned out to be just really enormous windows. And wouldn't you know it, air is a great conduit of sound. Which means that not one but two competing techno-baselines are streaming their merry way right into my unsuspecting ears, which although full of earplug, can STILL HEAR THEM. Loud and clear. Every boom and bam well-articulated. I am sure the artists who created this music are very talented. But frankly, Scarlett, I don't care. They could be serenading me with Beethoven's Fifth out there and I would be just as tempted to open my window and deliver some choice verbal tidbits on whose receiving end I have all too often been... and it has come time for some reciprocity.
Let's just practice the word "reciprocity" a bit, shall we? Let's try it Sopranos style: Yeah, I'm talkina you. A little bitta reciprahcity nevah hurt anybody, ya know? Lawyer: Your honor, clearly the plaintiff is attempting to eschew the aforementioned consequence of abject personal reciprocity. How 'bout gangsta? You don't watch out, I gonna get all reci-pro-city on yo ass.
Will someone please have mercy and make this stop? The reason I am at home and not sitting outside at one of these bars is because THIS is where my bed is. That I sleep in. Sleep being the state of not having to listen to your abominable techno crap! I cannot imagine how awful it will be when the weather gets hot and I have to make the decision: keep window closed and music to a dull roar, whilst drowning in my own sweat, or open the window, thereby allowing unconstrained breathing but causing irreparable damage to eardrums plus noise-induced insomnia. I am really looking forward to that.
So... re-commencing futile attempt to sleep. Sweet dreams, Internet! I hope I have managed to keep my tirade to at least PG-13 (nudity, adult situations).
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Hey! I live above a bar, where patrons often stand in the middle of the street and try to hail cabs. Unfortunately for them, there are no cabs in my town, only police cars. Said drunken people have occasionally flagged down police cars and received a free ride home. Maybe that's better than a cab? Anyhow. Empathy. At least I don't have to contend to techno, and my loud neighbor to the west has very good taste in music. I've considered asking her for a playlist, but I'm afraid that would not be well-received.
Thumpa-WUMPA Thumpa-WUMPA Thum-th-th-th-th-THUMP THUMP THUMP-THUMP THUMP!
Di-wididida Di-wididida THUMP THUMP WIDIDIDA WHUMP WHUMP THUMPY THUMPY wididida wididida BOOMP! THUMP! WOMP! FOMP!
Wrprdrprdrprda dididididididida wrprda snk-frk-nk-wrk-wrp-nap THUMPA THUMPA THUMPA THUMPA!!!
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Do I have a weird sense of humor or was Charlie's post actually REALLY FUNNY?
Sorry, but I had to laugh so hard + afterwards I asked myself why...
Ooooh, that would be annoying. You're going to need earplugs, my friends. And probably a white noise machine! Because- you DEFINITELY want to be able to open your windows--- wasn't that one of the things you love about Germany? The tendency to ventilate? :) Amy
Well, thank you for the empathy (SOME of you) and comic relief (OTHERS of you) ;-). As always, it's really not as bad as I make it sound. And if it abates entirely, maybe I will actually get homesick for the sound of annoying techno, and then Charlie can come and serenade me with whatever instrument he plans to use in order to produce those sounds, and the rest of you can stand around and laugh at me in my groggy frustation. Sound like a plan?
I'm in.
:-)
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