Ladies and Gentlemen...The Beatles

I have a new respect for Ringo Starr.  We have been addicted to Rock Band - yeah, we're those dorks. I always play the drums. Partly because no one else wants to play them (just like a real life band!) and partly because I am good at it! I know! The person with no musical talents WHATSOEVER can keep a beat.

At the end of Helter Skelter, Ringo yells out "There's blisters on me fingers!" And let me tell you, there were on mine as well. My hands look like hell right now.

So yeah, drumming is for me. I am even considering it over my pipe dream of playing the piano.

But ...do I hate my neighbors that much?

Wait, of COURSE I DO.

Have I told you about my neighbors? No?

Oh man, THAT'S a blog post and a half!

Here's some quick snippets about my neighbors:

When we first moved in, a neighbor asked us where we moved here from. I answered "The south side" and the neighbor doing the asking got this "Oh God no" look of horror on her face and then told me she would wait for the next elevator. She didn't even want to get on the elevator with me. As if I was going to rob her on the elevator. OBVIOUSLY I would case her condo and then rob her when she WASN'T HOME. Duh.

A neighbor knocked on our door in the middle of the night and threatened me with bodily harm. Apparently I was making too much noise. This came as quite a shock to me, seeing as I was sleeping right up until he started banging on the door. And I had to wake up in less than 5 hours. However, the "off" button in my mind doesn't quite work when I just wake up, so when he said "I'm going to have you kicked out of the building"  - I looked him dead in the eye and through gritted teeth said "I'm going to have you killed." Eric said that probably wasn't the best thing to say, but none of the neighbors talked to us for a year, and that wasn't exactly a bad thing.

A neighbor legally stole my car. This is a blog post in itself that I will post at a later date. But needless to say, I was pretty pro-gun after that.

My toilet overflowed, and as much as that sucked, a neighbor told Eric that any damage done to HIS condo he would be suing us for damaged. This is where having a great lawyer comes in handy. He found a clause in our associations rules that said that any damage done to your condo falls under your OWN insurance policy. This taught us to be nice to people who have accidents that they cannot control that somehow affect us - because that guy could have been understanding. Instead, he was a dick and lawyered up. And then tried to say that we had to pay for his lawyer. Nuh-uh homeboy - YOU hired him. In fact, that's what HIS lawyer told him as well.

There's an awful lot of really nice people who live here too, people who have held the door for me when I have my arms full of groceries. But just like they say that you have to compliment a child 100 times to make up for one insult - it's going to take a lot of time to make me like these people.

Well, that and the death of the guy who stole my car. I have tap shoes and a white tux all ready for when that happens.

In the meantime... I need to research drum kits!