Good morning, all! One of my major sources of frustration has to be addressed today and that's the Oaf Above Me. I turned off the lights at 11:15 and had to listen to loud chatter filtering down from him and his current lady friend - his bed must be directly over mine - until around 1 am or so when all hell broke loose on the street outside my apartment. It was a lady having quite a noisy and hostile battle with a gentleman that went on, with additional commentary from outraged neighbors in several buildings, for around 15 minutes. So, I had to listen to that as well as the heavy trod of footsteps to the window to check out the situation. That was at 1:22 am; I checked the clock. After the battling couple had vanished - back to the bars on Amsterdam Avenue, I assume - and everything had quieted down, the police finally arrived to stop the situation, so we had that little interlude followed by the Oaf and his friend gettng out of bed and very noisily stomp about the ceiling - looking for articles of clothing, I can only presume, before they vanished with a door slam. Around twenty minutes or so later, the oaf returned with another door slam and trod about way too long; this has to be close to 2:30am. I really loathe this sonofabitch.
So, whether I wanted to or not, I was out of bed at 7 am, and I have to finish my one chart for the Indianapolis gig so I can proceed to the next, and I wait to hear from Christopher Fitzgerald about a rehearsal time to run through the Victor Herbert songs he's recording. I need to ascertain the dates are good. Since I'm home, I look forward to hearing from DR Ginny how her cardiac cath(?) goes.
