My landlord's son who lives downstairs was apparently hosting some sort of fraternity reunion/Mensa meeting at 1am last night. I have never heard so much spontaneous yelling. I know that I am certainly no patron saint of coming home quietly from the bar but this was the kind of yelling that made me think there was a rodeo happening or that police intervention was necessary.
I'm getting old and crotchety, I think. Strange things really bother me: people not smiling back when I smile at them, people not holding the door for anyone, and the number one thing on my complaint list right now: the failure of men to recognize when they are speaking more frequently, for longer amounts of time and more loudly than anyone else in the room.
On a happy note, my good buddy is coming to visit this weekend and there will be a party to celebrate a group of us ladies who have managed to turn thirty without having babies! It's called "Beating the Odds" and we're having the party at the divest dive bar around. YES. Ima start hydrating now.
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