HABLA INGLES?

So I moved into my new apartment. It’s fabulous! I love having my own place to come home to where I know its mine and I don’t have to deal with any drama…except for whatever’s on my 50 cajillion channels of cable! The only dilemma to my new found independency is that I have to deal with “Mr. I love to blare my music really loud so all of Northern Virginia can hear it!”

This guy lives directly underneath us and Sara and I are convinced he has no job. I swear, he plays his music for hours on end every single day, all day. It is sooo loud! The guy must have some extreme supped up Subwoofer because everything in my apartment starts vibrating on every beat! It’s not like we’re living in California…so why do I feel like I’m in an earthquake whenever I go home?! And this thing has to be really expensive because all this guy can afford is one CD…that he puts on repeat…THE WHOLE DAY! It’s the same bass patterns in a tormenting cycle. The actual CD is about an hour and 43 min of music, and seriously he plays it over and over so much that when one song ends, I know what song’s comin on next! I mean I could honestly do a little dance its so loud and obnoxious…

Lets continue complaining about the type of music it is. All I have to say is it’s some funky sounding latino music if I’ve ever heard. I mean I’ve heard salsa, and all those south of border rythyms, but this sounds like somebody mixed a rueda beat over a kids sing-along tape! Honestly, I feel like I could be at the circus. I’m just waiting for him to show up at my door with a clown suit and ask me if I want my face painted! It’s literally an insult to latin music.

Most of the time, we act like the pansies we really are and stick it out without saying anything, but yesterday I got down with my bad self. I got so fed up with listening to that dumb music, I went down there to regulate. I mean it was fastly approaching 8:00 and my dance show was coming on. (So You Think You Can Dance – Fox5 at 8, you should watch!) Anyways, I go down there and knocked on the door…no answer. “Knock Knock” no answer. The guy had his music up so loud that he couldn’t even hear the knocking. So I knocked again really loud and finally he comes to the door. This guy can’t speak English. All he said was “Okay sorry.” I said “NO! I’m tired of hearing your dumb music, it’s too loud and it’s 8:00 at night! Turn it down!” Then he closed the door and the music ceased…

It wasn’t until 11:00 that we felt our familiar rumble…