||[Dec. 24th, 2008|01:41 pm]
|||||Amanda Palmer - Who Killed Amanda Palmer||]|
Now, I'll be the first to admit that I can enjoy getting drunk, as most other 20 or 30-somethings that reside in this town do. With that being said, I live in Wisconsin, and there's a university here. Beer + college kids + Wisconsin = LOTS of bars in this city = lots of drunk people roaming around. I happen to live just a few blocks away from the university, which mean that a lot of my neighbors in my building, as well as the surrounding apartment buildings are college kids.
There have been a lot of not-so-good things that have happened in my neighborhood as of late. An apartment below us was broken into, an old man was mugged while riding his bicycle, etc., etc... Needless to say, we are very cautious about locking our door at all times, particularly at night when we are sleeping.
Apparently, last night we forgot to lock the door when we came back in from having a cigarette before we went to bed.
I woke up for work this morning at 7:45. I, of course, hit the snooze button and eventually got up 10 minutes later to go have a cigarette before I took my shower. I came out of my bedroom and stumbled out into the hallway and stopped dead in my tracks... There was some random college kid laying out in the middle of my living room floor snoring his ass off and sleeping with one of our blankets that we left on the couch. I ran back into the bedroom and made the boyfriend get up to deal with this... Who knows what could have happened if I had woken him up. Dave woke him up and asked him if he knew if he was in the wrong apartment. The guy got up and chuckled a bit, sat there for a minute mumbling, and finally left. He wasn't wearing any socks or shoes, so who knows wtf was going on, particularly because there are a few feet of snow outside. Apparently the guy thought that he was in his sister's apartment, and he was still drunk.
Dave shrugged this off like it was no big deal. I'm a little bothered by it still. Yes, nothing bad happened, and nothing was taken, but something could have happened. I still can't believe that we didn't lock the door, we are SO careful about doing that.
Eventually, I will laugh about this, but fuck...
EDIT: I just started cleaning my apartment. I got off work early today, so I figured I would take advantage of the extra time I had before I go to my friend's house for X-mas dinner. While cleaning the living room, I found a pair of dripping-wet socks. At first, I thought they were my boyfriend's, until I realized that he doesn't wear those kind of socks, and why the hell would he have a pair of wet socks? Yes, the drunk dude left a present for us. Fucking disgusting.