ARGH! Had to call cops twice tonight

I haven't been to bed yet, partly because I didn't go to bed until about 2:30 or so because I was stitching, but mainly because since then I've had to call the cops twice because of the idiots across the hall from me. First, there were two guys arguing in the parking lot, and they were loud. It went on and on so I called because I thought it sounded like they were going to come to blows. I think by the time the police got here they'd stopped and come back inside. Then, about half an hour ago, a big blow-up between two girls and a guy started. I thought it was in the hallway but I guess it was actually in the apartment -- just loud enough that it sounded like it was in the hallway. So, got them out here again and this time they got here in time to talk to them. I think the two arguments were related and it sounded like the one woman was hyperventilating or something.

I don't usually call the cops but I figured better safe than sorry. I know people argue, but this was ridiculous and at one point I heard one of them hitting the other, just ridiculous. There's a difference between an argument and something that sounds like it's going to come to major blows any second and has gone on for many minutes.

At least I don't call them all the time. I felt like a dufus for calling them twice in a night, though. This place has really gone downhill in the time I've been here, which is about nine years. The funny thing is that the people who live across the hall from me tend to think they are better than the rest of us here -- yeah, obviously.

So, Tim will be coming home from work soon and I guess we'll be going to bed at the same time. I was planning on going to bed late, but not this late.

New Year's Eve memories

Over at the 123 board we were talking about who is and isn't going out for New Year's Eve. When I was younger I used to go out, but these days I stay home and take advantage of the stitching time. I don't like big crowds so I don't do the Penns Landing thing, although sometimes friends of ours have a party.

After thinking about it, though, I only really remember going out on New Year's twice. I often had people over to our place when I was younger, though. One time I went out was when I was home during winter break my freshman year of college, so I was 18. A bunch of us got together and went to Church Street Station in Orlando to see the orange drop (yes yes, laugh laugh). We had designated drivers, and I was the oldest one there, although we were all about 17-18. We went to Rosy O'Grady's and were debating if we should ask for drinks, figuring we'd get ID'd, when the bartender asked us what we wanted. ??? So, we asked him what he recommended, and he made us all Flaming Hurricanes. Whoa! That was one awesome drink! I think that's the only drink I had all night because I didn't want to push my luck, but I'm amazed that they served us like that. He never actually asked us our age, so we went with it.

The other time I remember, and was actually a lot of fun although it will probably sound very geeky and boring, was getting together at a friend's house. He was actually an ex-boyfriend from earlier in my life and, after hating each other for a while, we became good friends. It was my senior year of college and I was once again home for Christmas. He and I went over to a mutual friend's house and a bunch of us (pretty much me and a bunch of guys, lol) played card games and drank Rumplemintz all night. I really had a good time just hanging out and listening to music. I've come to the realization that I usually have more fun doing something like that than going out to huge parties that make me feel claustrophobic.

So, that's my New Year's ramble.