Last night was not fun.
We have had issues over the past few months with the tenants upstairs. They tend to get super loud at night, and although they are well aware that their stereo system is overtop of Elisa's bedroom, they still seem to think that between 12 and 4 am on a weeknight is the best time to have a techno party, storm up and down the stairs like elephants, and yell outside on the sidewalk about who is more wasted. We've emailed the landlord before, and they didn't like that. They came down, very nicely, and asked if we wouldn't mind leaving the landlord out of it and coming up and just asking them to be quiet. This is a reasonable request if it isn't the middle of the night, we weren't female, and there weren't tons of people, guys and girls upstairs, rowdy and drunk. It just doesn't seem safe for us to wander up there in the middle of their party and ask a bunch of wasted kids to keep it down. Common courtesy says that 2am is a good time to be quiet. So the landlord also suggested we call the cops.
Fast forward to last night...
I went to be at 11pm, and Elisa shortly after. I sleep like a rock. Unfortunately for Elisa, I usually don't wake up to the noise because i'm in another part of the apartment and sleep so soundly. But last night at 12:30am I was awoken by knocking that I thought was from someone locked out at the front door. As I slowly woke up, confused and not fully coherent, I realized it wasn't knocking. It was banging and screaming at OUR door - right outside my bedroom. As it turns out, Elisa had made a noise complaint and they didn't respond too well to a visit from the cops. They decided the best course of action was to bang on our door and scream for us to come out, complaining that we called the cops and the landlord. This continued for probably ten minutes before they went back upstairs. I found Elisa, wrote a lovely email to our landlord, and the both of us, shaken up, tried to go back to sleep after it sounded like they were resting upstairs.
I tossed and turned for a while, and was just falling asleep again when I heard knocking on our other door, in the living room where Elisa was trying to sleep because her bedroom was too loud. No yelling this time, but a minute or so of banging on the door. Unnerving. I emailed the landlord again, and tried to go back to sleep. I tossed and turned some more, then listened to a crew of them take out the trash at a ridiculous volume, i'm sure waking up other neighbors. Why one needs to take trash out at 2am I may never understand.
I finally went to sleep and snuck out of my house this morning, praying I wouldnt see any of them. The landlord thankfully got back to me today, and evidently set up a meeting with the tenants, with the plans to call their parents.
Did you get that?
My landlord is calling their parents.
They are college kids, whose parents have co-signed the lease i'm sure.
So we're having a sleepover at a friend's house tonight - i'm not planning on avoiding my own house forever, it just seems wise to steer clear of the area for a night to give them some space to breathe. After the anger we experienced last night, who knows how they're going to react after a meeting with the landlord and a call to their parents.
Updates to follow.