Had I known, I was going to have guests at 4 AM, I would’ve tidied up. I know it was Friday night (or I guess now Saturday morning) but who in their right mind is still awake at 4 am? And who thinks it would be a good idea to go to someone else’s house at 4 AM to see why they were not a part of the party? My best friend, Amber, and her boyfriend showed up at my tiny apartment with an entire band in tow this morning at 4 AM.
“HIIIII! We’re here to pick up you. Picks yous up. Pick you up,” Amber slurred as I opened the door as far as the chain would let me.
“Amber, what are you doing? Why are you here?” I tried to hide behind the door as more of the band members came into view.
“We need to come in. It’s important,” she whispered loudly.
I quickly unchained and opened the door as I saw the doors of several of my neighbors start to open. All I needed was another noise violation, courtesy of Amber and her entourage. As Amber and the band staggered their way into my apartment all I could think about how messy it was and how I wished I didn’t wear old t-shirts and shorts to sleep in. Especially when I met the drummer. He was everything I ever wanted. I knew because I had already stalked him.
Standing Room Only 