Dear Elvis…
Thank you for guiding us to find this fantastic apartment with a view of the ocean and downtown Victoria. It’s polished concrete floors and exposed duct work makes us feel like the urban yuppies that we long to be.
But why Elvis? Why? Why doth thou smit us with party-hardy upstairs neighbors who listen to Pearl Jam and invite girls over with high heel shoes that clomp clomp clomp across their polished concrete floors as they giggle, hoot and holler with their manly jock friends.
I had to phone the police at 4:30am to make it stop. I don’t understand it… this is such a civilized building yet this one apartment is party central and we are underneath it.
Can you do something about it for me? Thanks for listening.
Say hi to everyone for me. Especially Johnny Cash.
xoxo
SARAH
p.s. can you also do something about George Bush?
I think they must start the party over here before they head off to your place…sheesh…
Karma will get them…one day they’ll be trying to sleep and cursing out their neighbours and the light bulb will come on.
I feel your pain. I lived above a pseudo hipster guy for a year that would blast music starting at about 11pm until about 11am the next day. I wouldn’t get home from work until 1-2am, and then I’d usually call the cops, but either they wouldn’t come or it wouldn’t stop. I had no help from the useless landlord, and it took my other half leaving a very entertaining note on his door one day for it to stop.
The hard part about it was that sometimes it was bands that I liked that he was blaring, who would have thought hearing the entire Belle & Sebastian discography would have made me want to pull an Alex from “A Clockwork Orange”??
Please don’t blame Pearl Jam. Theu mean you no harm. Its that somtimes the wrong people get their hands on good music and ruin it for others. I feel your pain