Our downstairs neighbors apparently treated themselves to a karaoke machine for Easter. We had errands to run before lunch, but ever since we’ve been back, there’s been a steady stream of poorly sung sappy pop crap (“You Were Always On My Mind” followed by “Amazed” and then “I Do (Cherish You)”) seeping up through the floor with enough reverb to sound like a cheap Spanish-language radio ad. And sometimes the vocals are even in the right key.
Karsten wondered aloud what kind of sins he committed in his previous lives to deserve this punishment.
Four days until we close! Unfortunately, we can’t move out of this place right away — too much work to do in the new place. But at least we can spend most of our time over there fixing stuff up. Neither of us has ever looked forward to weeks of guaranteed hard work nearly as much as this.
Oh, god. That sounds like sheer hell for a pair of songwriters.
-J
Let’s hope the novelty wears off before your bathtub accidently overflows and soaks through the floor, thereby shorting it out.
Nice! I wish I’d thought of that.
On the other hand, I enjoyed our backup plan, which involved leaving the apartment to go drive around our new neighborhood, see “Sideways,” and enjoy a nice, leisurely Thai dinner.