It’s midnight, I just got home from a long long long day, and I haven’t eaten much and I’ve got a headache.
Why oh why do my neighbors insist on being so GODDAMED LOUD!?!?
Right now there are about 6 people attempting to sing the National Anthem, drunk. Loudly. It hurts.
I’m not against calling the cops, but the problem is, that the inappropriate loudness only ever lasts for 3 or 4 minutes, then subsides. There’s just about no chance that I’d call the cops, and they’d come by at an exact moment when there was ‘too much’ noise.
You’d think with all the money these kids (or more likely their parents) are spending on college, that they could afford a few fucking classes on how not to be an asshat neighbor, and how to maybe have some respect for the people around you.
Sorry if this isn’t as witty or acerbic as it could be, but it’s late, my head hurts, I’m incrediably stressed out, and just want some peace and quiet.
They’re just some punk ass kids having fun. Partys places usually shift from one location to another, it could be over soon. Cross your fingers. I don’t think there is anything wrong with the police giving them a noise warning, they don’t have to be making noise at the exact time the police arrive. If they get a warning and keep it up, call the cops again, they’ll shut it down. And if they’re any underage kids drinking, it’ll for sure be shut down.
But you don’t understand! Eonwe has arrived home to the personal sensory deprivation chamber also know as a home! How DARE any WORTHLESS CHILDREN make NOISE! I am personally OFFENDED by their KNOWINGLY OBSCENE behavior! And I don’t even know them!
Good GOD! MINUTES of bad singing! Let’s pull out the flamethrowers! DESTROY THEM ALL!
Well I feel the pain, Eonwe. Inconsiderate loud neighbours are the bane of my life too.
The couple who were until recently in the flat below me were God’s own neighbours from hell. Two fat loudmouthed yuppies partying with their loud braying yuppie friends all night long in the week, and never a moments thought for anyone nearby. Even the people above me - two floors away! - were often disturbed.
So imagine my relief when they finally slung their hook and a respectable-looking man, in his late 50s if he’s a day, moved in.
It turns out the unspeakable slap-headed old bastard is an insomniac with a thing for loud radios. He goes out and gets pissed, comes back at midnight, then puts his radio on - loudly - all night long. Unlike a CD player which at least turns itself off at some point, the radio plays all night long, every night.
My last neighbour at the previous flat was like this too with late’n’loud parties all nights of the week. Before that, I never had a problem. Where the hell did all these obnoxious loud people come from??
Yeah, that part there. Note the specific words “stressed out, and just want some peace and quiet.”
I’m sure he understands that kids can get out of hand. Don’t you think that just maybe the problem here was that he’s just really tired and stressed out and even though their partying is understandable it is making him feel miserable and that maybe this thread was started to blow off some steam about that? Don’t you think YOU are the one who grossly and ridiculously over-reacted? Probably not, but that’s certainly what I’m feeling.
Jeez, take a chill pill. No, I don’t hate ‘children’. Yes, I understand that sometimes there’ll be noise. I live in a city (kind of), and am willing to deal with a few nights a month of noise late at night (within reason).
I had been having a crappy day, and having to listen to drunk idiots outside just pissed me off, and I thought I’d share.
You know, the more I read your response, the more you piss me off. Thank you for reading so much more into my OP than was originally there.
And, FYI, making loud noise is, in fact, a fineable offense, and more importantly is incrediably rude. When many people around you that you don’t even know are asleep, maybe resting up for work the next morning, and you’re loud enough to keep them up or wake them up, you’re just being a jerk (a banable offense on the SDMB no less).
If you think it’s a-ok for folks to disturb other people’s sleep late into the night, I’m glad you’re not my neighbor.
Oh, and also fuck you for assuming I’m some fuddy-duddy ‘old’ person, who obviously is just out to shit on young people. I’m 23 years old, and it fucking pisses me off when my neighbors don’t seem to have any respect for me.
Rhum Runner, I have talked to them before, to no avail. At this point I’ve just given up, as it’s more hassle to get dressed, go outside, and talk to a bunch of drunk/high people who either pretend they don’t know what I’m talking about, or who say they’ll keep it down and promptly don’t.
Update:
Last night there was a big brawl out on the street in front of my house. There was glass breaking, and from my window I saw one or two kids go down. Seven cop cars (note, in this city, that’s about half the squad) pulled up. A cop had his gun out and everything (never seen that before). It’s amazing how quickly people can vanish; they ended up with three guys in cuffs out of maybe 30 who had been there. sigh I hope the excitement of summer wears off soon.
Have you tried talking to the apt managers? Don’t most apt buildings have rules about noise after certain hours? I haven’t lived in one for awhile, but mine did.
Last resort, what time do they get up in the morning/afternoon? If you could time it right, you could wake THEM up mid-REM sleep after each of their revels.
So how come YOU aren’t out partying and being a loud, drunk asshole?
There are really two types of people in the world. There are people out having a good time, being loud and enjoying themselves and then there are people who just want them to shut up.
Let’s just say half of the time I’m the first type, and half of the time the second, though when I’m the first I tend to be indoors where I’m (hopefully) not pissing too many people off.
Yep, but those groups alternate according to who’s got work the next day.
In an old apartment I had some students for downstairs neighbours, and regularly had to go and ask them to turn the music down at 3am on a Wednesday morning. These requests would be grudgingly met for an hour, before the volume would slide back up.
After 9 months of this I took great delight in partying every night I could during their final exams. For some reason they didn’t seem so happy about it when they were the ones who needed a good nights sleep.
My next door neighbors are good folks. About 30, they have a four-year-old son who’s a good kid. They aren’t really loud aside from the kid running around all the time, and they don’t “party.”
What they do do is have sex - a lot - and we have thin walls. They also tend to stay up a lot later that I do.
That would be the multi-millionaire rock star with the string of mansions, an ex-model ex wife, a string of beautiful lovers and a jet set lifestyle, right?
If you don’t have a camcorder, draw a picture of them partying with an Etch-A-Sketch and show that to the cops. They’ll be sure to haul one of you away…
You may never have the peace and quiet you need or deserve but you can make changes that will make it seem better. It is not the noisemakers fault that you are hungry, tired and have a headache. Maybe your body is trying to tell you something.
Why are you expecting strangers to take care of you, if you are not willing to take care of yourself?
This is not intended as an attack, merely as pointing you in a different direction to solve your problem. If you keep hitting your head up against the same brick wall it’s a sure bet that headache won’t go away.
Points taken mudhollar, though sometimes busy-ness and stress are inevitable. Certainly I’m not feeling that worn down every night, or even most nights.
Actually, there are only two people who live in VT, Agent Noisy and Agent Bitchy, and Matrix-like, they just spontaneously duplicate as needed.
I’ve been both. In my youth, I chased off at least one neighbor with my loud parties. I was never so rude as to sing. That would be cruel. Once my husband and I spent the night in a tent at a bluegrass festival, and some wantabe singers pitched their tent two feet from the back of ours and sang off key for most of the night. It also rained and the tent leaked. I was real cranky.
I moved to the country to avoid city noise. I found the country can have it’s own noisy annoyances, like the whippoorwill that camped on our doorstep and called out all night long.
My observation — inevitable and unpredictable are not the same. If you believe that you have no control over the busy-ness and stresses of life, you won’t.
