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 