Last night was funny. I was sitting here sewing listening to music and such, then the neighbor turned on his stereo. Its hard not to notice since the vibrations rattle my windows a little. I don’t normally listen to mine loud, but he likes to crank his up once a week. Its fine with me. In the past, he’s come down before to “check” and see if his is too loud. Of course it is. He never thinks it is. I’m honest and tell him I can hear it, and that it doesn’t bother me, but that I CAN hear it. He doesn’t seem to hear me say that. Selective hearing seems an unprovable offense.

Anyhoo, last night I decided to retaliate. My friend gave me so new speakers a few months ago, and OMIGOSH- can they be loud! HA! I like dance music and female vocalists, so I’m sure he can hear some of those thumpy-squeals, ticks and BOOMS. I turned it up several times to make sure he did.

Just so you know, I’m 51. I think he’s older than me, but I’m not sure. He looked quite shocked when I told him how old I was that time he asked. We’re both quite childish at heart and avoid each other as much as possible. I honestly wasn’t bothered by him playing his music loud, I felt like it was more of window of opportunity! He was giving me permission to play my music as loud as I wanted, since he was.

And so it began, louder, louder, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE! One of my favorite songs is Kylie Minogue, “All the lovers”. It has just the right amount of techno sounds and chorus medley’s that make me want to dance. And dance I did. I barely have room to turn around in this place, but one can always find room to dance, can’t they?

I’m sure the people across the street were watching me. I’m a bit of an extrovert, so hey- enjoy the show! The apartment across the street is a straight couple who sit in the same spots all day, every day. I think they may be writers? He used to sit facing me, but I think he got tired of looking at me or us catching glances of each other. I try not to look, but its almost impossible. I wish he worked in his underwear like me, though I’m not sure his wife would appreciate it. HA! I was sad when he put a large lemon tree in the window, and moved where is back was to me, forever blocking my view.

Music Man upstairs never plays his music all night. I think he’s gone till 1 AM at the latest, once. He usually tries to cut it off by 10pm. I can tell he’s winding down when he starts changing the songs, a few seconds in, long before they finish. That’s when it starts getting annoying. He’ll jump from Dutch Ooom Papa Music to Kate Bush, then back again. Seems like his psyche is saying- I’M HAPPY- I’M SAD – NOW I’M HAPPY AGAIN! There must be a study of how alcohol decreases ones attention span somewhere out there… One time a different, younger neighbor across the way was having a party and he started screaming at her after midnight that she was being too loud. Selective hearing at work once again.

I think he ended his sesh around 10ish. I decided to go until 11pm. It WAS FRIDAY NIGHT, FOR GODS SAKE! 🙂 I got a lot of sewing done and listened to 3 different versions of THE WALK by Eurythmics. That song still lifts my middle aged ass, makes me feel slinky and sexy as I slide into bed and pretend a lover is there.

PLAY ON MR. BUURMAN!