[n2oinferno]

Story time!

tl;dr. I moved out earlier than anticipated and bought a house.

I lived on the top floor, but we were in apartments where the people diagonally under us were obnoxious and loud. I was there for a few years with no neighbor issues at all, and then some young college girls moved in. People over all the time, outside at 1-5am yelling, music, drinking, making excessive noise, etc. Woke my kid up, who wasn't even 1 at the time, pissed me off. I went outside on several occasions and politely asked them to quiet down because they were waking up the baby, but they ignored me. I went to the apartment office and they told me call the cops, but that's all they could do. They wouldn't intervene any more than that, even though the covenant explicitly covered noise hours. That's when I started looking for a house. Anyway, the next time I asked them and they didn't stfu, I called non-emergency. Cops showed up, told them to go inside, and they did after arguing that "they weren't being loud" and "I can't believe that guy called the cops on us." The silence lasted a few weeks. Wonderful, quiet weeks. Then one Friday night I'm coming home with my family and there's nowhere to park (there are normally tons of open spots,) and there are tons of people heading to their apartment holding cases of beer. We have a guest parking zone, but that is empty and half of the complex is taken up. I parked in front of the building and told them they'd better get someone to move. One of the girls that lives there moves, and we head inside, hearing about how that many people weren't invited, etc.. So I know it's going to be a long night.. nope. About an hour or so later there are at least five or six cops outside of the apartment, and I'm just sitting there watching out the window. Pretty sure they thought I called them, but I didn't. Over the next hour and a half or so, everyone leaves. I slept well. I headed back to the apartment office to give them my move out notice, since we had a closing date on our house. I asked if they heard about the party, and the manager said "yeah, so you called the police?" I said nope, I wasn't home when it started, and the cops showed up not too much later. She filled me in on the rest. Apparently Monday (that morning) the apartment staff showed up to work and there were beer bottles, cans, and trash all over the parking lot. The cops didn't do so bad either. 25-30 underage drinking tickets given out and one or two people possibly arrested, and I found out later the girls' education possibly in jeopardy because they were on scholarships. Hah, serves them right. Bitches.

Anyway, yeah, eventually closed on the house, moved out, and haven't been happier.