A group of drunk girls were laughing and shrieking in the courtyard below our bedroom window. My alarm was set for 5am, which is when I needed to get up to drive Brian to the airport. When the girls started playing “Red Rover” is when I decided enough was enough.
“Girls,” I shouted down from between the blinds. “Can you please keep it down?” My voice sounded shockingly loud and petulant in the darkness. It also showcased that, although I am on the 3rd floor, my proximity to them was very close.
“Are you going to tell our mom?” one of them sassed. And the others chorused, “Okayyy.”
“Thank you,” I shouted back.
And with that, complete silence. As I drifted back to sleep, I decided that either they were scaling my apartment building with knives in their teeth and I wouldn’t wake to see morning, or they were fairly polite drunk girls who didn’t really want to disturb anyone.
I awoke safe and sound. Thank you, polite drunk girls! This place is almost starting to feel like home, except for the fact that you listened when I asked you to be quiet.
I Heard Tell 
Gigi
you’re lucky, they could have put the radio in the hallway and made the rest of your night quit miserable.
Chris
Where have you been all my life. Reading your blog is a ray of Funshine and a blamy breeze in an otherwise mundane and depressing Temp-Worker-Hell life.
PS, I’m moving to NYC in 2 months. I’ll send postcards, and possibly a cupcake.
Adam
Did you make it to the airport?
mollyschoemann
I made it to the airport! And back! And back to bed by 7am. Zzzz.
Leanne
That’s amazing. Those weren’t real girls. They were clearly cyborgs designed to test your level of assertiveness. The good news is that now all your neighbors will accept you.