Craving

These days I have been having a fierce craving for quiet and solitude.

I jest not.

Quiet is a rare commodity; come to think of it so is quality sleep. My next door neighbors are back. They who think our 18th century domicile with the paper thin plaster walls is a frat house - where every night is a kegger.

I jest not. I have crossed to the dark side. The side inhabited by (gulp) people who call the cops and landlord to report such crude 2am on a Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday night. AB and I both work 6 days a week - we've got regular 9 to 5's (which involve long commutes and early wakeup calls) and we're each hip deep in the launch of respective home businesses. When we stumble home at 6:30pm each night we have calls, chores, business proposals and too little 'quality' time together to chill.

So I ask you, wise and sage internet friends... what's the best way to quiet the perpetual toga party?

I tried to be a mature adult and rang their doorbell at 3:30am last Wednesday night / Thursday morning to ask them to lower the volume a bit. Did they answer the door, NO. Each time I rang the doorbell, the music got louder. I took that for a big EFF YOU and called the cops and the landlord. The cops shut it down - but they ignored the landlord too. This I know because he called to apologize to me and vent his frustration. I can only hope he opts to not renew their lease.

I sleep with earplugs and have a Tylenol PM or two every night - they still are loud enough to wake me. AB can sleep through anything - except me poking him to wake him up. Listen, in our house if I'm awake, everyone is awake - you know what I mean?

So, seriously - any advice? Drop me a line via comments...

Mahalo!