Sunday, January 20, 2008

Incident Report on A Quiet Weekend

It all had something to do with someone either fucking up a car or fucking in a car.

My first thought when the 2:30 am argument in the next apartment started was that it was a shame it was so cold out. An open door would have made it easier to hear. My second thought, it was a shame we didn't have a baby monitor or I would have put it on the patio. My wife wished it was warmer so we could have gone out and listened to the whole affair with while drinking. In Atlanta, the upstairs apartment got busted for meth. The neighbors all came to our place and drank wine on the patio as the cops made a racket above. Tonight's fight was loud enough that 911 got the call. All has been quiet the rest of the night, so that's the end of that.

In non-domestic dispute related news, I spent most of the evening scanning an illustrated souvenir book from the 1939 New York World's Fair. The new all-in-one Canon printer/scanner/copier/fax works quite nicely. Now, if it could only repair our just-recently broken TV and stop Z from crying it would be just about perfect.

No comments: