Rocking!

Friday brought the first major snow of the season.  For that reason the entire state of Virginia shuts down, forcing MB and I not to leave our condo.  Well, good thing we just forced our neighbors into being our friends.  We invited ourselves down stairs to play rockband and drink copious amounts of wine.

This is our band.  Don’t be jealous

Our Neighbors are Terrifying

We all remember the horrible disaster of I-hate-yougate which involved our upstairs neighbors.  Well, turns out they are the tip of the crazy iceberg that is our apartment building.  Meet the remaining neighbors:

• The  noisiest couple in the world:  Living directly above us, this couple and their {really ugly} greyhound wear 790 lbs lead boots only in their home.  Apparently, from the sounds of it, they rearrange their furniture every evening upon returning from work, have super duper loud sex at 10:30 pm {and am if you were interested} and in person are relatively unfriendly.
• The recluse:  Living downstairs, across the way from our new bffs, this neighbor has NEVER been spotted by casa LNRB.  However, we have an excellent account of nasty notes left for things like untimed laundry and door slamming {le sigh}
• The Awkwards:  Living across the hall from us are Mr. Awkward and his family of 3.  He awkwardly asked me the other day if my dog barked all the time.  He also has scared our new friend neighbor S,  half to death. 

And that is all of them.  Oh that scaring half to death thing with the Awkwards…?  Here’s the story:

Meet S.

Direct downstairs coupled neighbor extrodinare!  MB and he are in BOYLOVE.  It’s amazing.  I digress.

So a few weeks ago, MB came to pick me up from le metro and produced a note, in J {S’s love}’s handwriting that said:

We have your personal belongings and are holding them for ransom

SWEET!  I thought.  They stole something out of our apartment the last time they were here and now this will be a fun game!  What can we steal of THEIRS?!  I begged MB.

“I Hate You”

Recently, we had an altercation with an upstairs neighbor.  The altercation itself was at first warranted, but as it drug on my first neighbor fight got ugly, and it has left me feeling really off ever since.