Sometimes life throws you curve-balls.
Other times: strikes and spares.
Right now, I've got the Jolly Green Giant competing in a bowling tournament upstairs.
Sounds like he just dropped his ball.
Ever since college it seems like I've been plagued with noisy people living on the other side of the wall/ceiling...the unearthly screams for help inside Whittington...the two dudes doing God knows what to each other inside New Men's...and now this noisy racket above me at the Extended Stay.
One time it got so bad, that I physically went upstairs and knocked on the door, and pretended to be asking a question about the mysterious pizza fliers that are shoved under the entrances to our rooms every day.
Of course, I was really just trying to see if I could figure out what was causing all the noise up there.
But there were no Bowflex weights, screaming kids scampering about, or angry wives to be found.
Just one big "brotha" who seemed pretty intense.
After thanking him for his time, I returned to my room on the floor beneath him.
Things were silent.
Oh, sweet serenity.
Then the bowling started again, and continues "even unto" this day.
Maybe he's playing Wii Sports and can't hang on to the Wiimote.
Posted by: Brad | February 12, 2007 at 01:02 AM