... means being auditory witness to the happenings of your neighbors. Yesterday, it was a full-on sing-a-long version of the disco hit, "Ring My Bell" (followed by "Car Wash" - and no, I am not kidding). Today, it's... well, going on an hour now of moaning and frustrated shouts, presumably of one who has yet to reach climax but is determined that IT WILL HAPPEN. YES, IT WILL.
I think it's time to go shovel. Or stab myself in the eye with a fork.
And if you happen to live in Chicago (or within a ten-hour driving or flying distance from it), you should go see Giants Chair play at the Empty Bottle tonight. They are the best band of all time. And if you can think of a way to sneak my six-year-old into the show and provide space in your vehicle to transport the two of us to said show, we will accompany you and revel in the sound with you. If not, then go ahead and go on your own. Bring some friends. And congratulate Byron on his reproductive skills for me. I'll be here. Shoveling. And stabbing myself in the eye with a fork.
Posted by stephanie at December 15, 2007 11:40 AM