Being A Total Stick In The Mud
Friend A, Friend B and I piled into the the car this morning and headed a good 40+ miles out of the city to the Kane County Flea Market. A once-a-month affair of antiques, collectibles, furniture and various fleas it was a great trip creating a wonderful (albeit exhausting) day. The only thing of consequence I ended up bringing home is an adorable hand-crafted glass lamp so perhaps it wasn't worth the journey but the adventure was a good one (except when the weather made trudging through the mud unbearable or when we were almost caught in an accident).
I got home tonight, kicked up my heels to relax from a rather full day when it started... the party. My building is incredibly well insulated from the outdoors, but not as well insulated from the inside noises. Therefore the at least 50 people cramped into the flat beneath mine have made my flat sound like a pub at the height of drinking hours. Silly me thought I could at least seek refuge at Friend B's home but I called her to discover her neighbors were ALSO having a party. No such luck.
So I'm going to venture out into the icy winterland to visit an actual pub instead of hearing my home turn into one. If you can't beat em, join em... or at least go get drunk so it's not nearly as irritating. Oh god... I can hear some fratboyish type screaming "CHUG CHUG GHUG". Must. Leave. Now.