Not exactly kids, but definitely drunk and stupid and loud!
As I, and the next door neighbor, had already banged on our floors hard enough to shake the building, I decided to take my show on the road.
BANG, BANG, BANG. "omigod, omigod, someone's outside our front door!"
All the lights in the apartment go off. No-one comes to the door.
Being as I'm standing outside their open bedroom window, and they've now reduced their volume to extremely loud conversational level, I say through the window, "I'm still here, and I'm calling the police." I go back upstairs.
I hear, from the voice that's been screaming for the last 45 minutes, "I'm going upstairs!" So, I meet Drunky McStumbly on the landing. "What, we're not allowed -?" "NO, it's 2:15 in the morning." "But I've never met you!" "And you're making a really bad first impression." "You're calling the police?" "I've got them on the line right now, go downstairs and be quiet!" "But my roommate's being a bitch!" "So be an adult and deal with it. Go downstairs and be quiet." "But wait -" At that point I'd said all I needed to, and having no desire to engage in drunken conversation, I went inside and slammed the door in her face. They were fairly quiet the rest of the night. Always a pleasure meeting new neighbors. I'm hoping that the rest of the building disliked my performance enough to encourage these idiots to keep it down.
Oh, and happy birthday again! Now go downstairs and be quiet!
