It's very strange being in the middle of the desert for the holiday season. Not saying that the location is a bad thing, I actually think it's beautiful out here, just very strange that the leaves only started to change colors at the beginning of December and even now, it resembles more of an autumn day to me than winter. It's actually quite refreshing after two years of temperatures in the -20's (yes, Fahrenheit) and lower.
But being out in Vegas is not the reason why my Xmas was not so jolly. (I still love it out here.) No, the reason why is that I've been having issues with my downstairs neighbors cranking up the bass on their Bose system and slamming doors out of passive aggressiveness for months now. As bad as it has been, Thursday was the ABSOLUTE WORST. From 10 a.m. onward, the Bose system was so loud, I could actually FEEL it - even while taking a break lying on my new foam mattress in the back room of the apartment. It felt like I had a vibrating bed (which I do, but the massage feature was off).
Normally, I'd leave my apartment to escape from the noise but I was determined to use that day to get my place in shape for visitors. For seven hours, I unpacked boxes and hung pictures - sometimes even cranking up my music to try to camouflage their noise. (I like loud music too - when I can hear the music and not just the thumping of the bass line. I just normally listen to it in the privacy of my car or while wearing earbuds at work.) After the seven hours, I was developing such a migraine that I decided to take a break and pick up some Chinese food for dinner. (What's a Jewish girl to do on Xmas - especially after being deprived of it for two years because ALL the restaurants in the Midwest where I lived were closed for Xmas?)
It was actually nice to give my head - and body - a break to unwind but what happened when I got back was too bizarre for words. I was barely in the apartment for 5 minutes unpacking the Chinese food when my doorbell rang. It was my downstairs neighbor yelling at me and threatening, "If you call the police on me again...) I didn't have a clue what the hell he was talking about. I was gone for over an hour and despite being really pissed off that he was blasting his music all day, I wasn't going to complain about it on Xmas. I'm not a Scrooge! Now, if he had continued blasting his Bose beyond midnight, then I wouldn't consider it Xmas anymore and I would've complained, but the noise was gone when I got back from my drive.
No, I hadn't called the police on him... His music was so loud during the day, it wouldn't have surprised me if one of the other neighbors called in a complaint. Seeing how he was brazen enough to come up to my apartment and threaten me though... That action made me call the police. Four officers came and after speaking with me about what happened, they went down to him and told him to leave me alone.
What's even more bizarre is that he told the officers that the reason why they play their music so loud is because they have a baby with a congenital heart defect and (supposedly) the loud music is supposed to help the baby. Okay, I'm not a doctor but that sounds completely ridiculous to me. How is LOUD music beneficial to a baby with a weak heart?!?!? They also have two other girls (I can only guess who are 5 and 7 years old) in their apartment. How the heck is playing music so loud for so long (and for so late) good for any of the children?
I can only hope that karma will eventually bite them hard in the @$$ one day! ;-)
But being out in Vegas is not the reason why my Xmas was not so jolly. (I still love it out here.) No, the reason why is that I've been having issues with my downstairs neighbors cranking up the bass on their Bose system and slamming doors out of passive aggressiveness for months now. As bad as it has been, Thursday was the ABSOLUTE WORST. From 10 a.m. onward, the Bose system was so loud, I could actually FEEL it - even while taking a break lying on my new foam mattress in the back room of the apartment. It felt like I had a vibrating bed (which I do, but the massage feature was off).
Normally, I'd leave my apartment to escape from the noise but I was determined to use that day to get my place in shape for visitors. For seven hours, I unpacked boxes and hung pictures - sometimes even cranking up my music to try to camouflage their noise. (I like loud music too - when I can hear the music and not just the thumping of the bass line. I just normally listen to it in the privacy of my car or while wearing earbuds at work.) After the seven hours, I was developing such a migraine that I decided to take a break and pick up some Chinese food for dinner. (What's a Jewish girl to do on Xmas - especially after being deprived of it for two years because ALL the restaurants in the Midwest where I lived were closed for Xmas?)
It was actually nice to give my head - and body - a break to unwind but what happened when I got back was too bizarre for words. I was barely in the apartment for 5 minutes unpacking the Chinese food when my doorbell rang. It was my downstairs neighbor yelling at me and threatening, "If you call the police on me again...) I didn't have a clue what the hell he was talking about. I was gone for over an hour and despite being really pissed off that he was blasting his music all day, I wasn't going to complain about it on Xmas. I'm not a Scrooge! Now, if he had continued blasting his Bose beyond midnight, then I wouldn't consider it Xmas anymore and I would've complained, but the noise was gone when I got back from my drive.
No, I hadn't called the police on him... His music was so loud during the day, it wouldn't have surprised me if one of the other neighbors called in a complaint. Seeing how he was brazen enough to come up to my apartment and threaten me though... That action made me call the police. Four officers came and after speaking with me about what happened, they went down to him and told him to leave me alone.
What's even more bizarre is that he told the officers that the reason why they play their music so loud is because they have a baby with a congenital heart defect and (supposedly) the loud music is supposed to help the baby. Okay, I'm not a doctor but that sounds completely ridiculous to me. How is LOUD music beneficial to a baby with a weak heart?!?!? They also have two other girls (I can only guess who are 5 and 7 years old) in their apartment. How the heck is playing music so loud for so long (and for so late) good for any of the children?
I can only hope that karma will eventually bite them hard in the @$$ one day! ;-)
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