In my last post, I mentioned hearing people cheer for the Phillies while trying to do homework. Little did I know how much worse it would get. Last night, I was trying desperately to drift off to sleep, but the Phillies were playing the Dodgers in Game 4 of the NLCS (National League Championship Series). The game took place in LA, and the Dodgers' best pitcher was up--in other words, a game we would probably lose. But when Shane Victorino and then some guy named Stairs (?) hit home runs in the 8th inning, it became clear that we would win. And from my second-floor window, the screams and shouts and eager recaps to the guy next door were LOUD.
Honestly, though, I didn't mind. It was kind of fun hearing the street getting so excited. And if you're going to live in the city, you've got to be prepared for a little noise.
However. Right now I am listening to the most terrible, terrible music imaginable, which is being blasted from halfway down the street. It's, like, 80s smooth jazz easy listening with soaring, reedy female vocalists and synthesized drumbeats, and if it continues much longer, I might just jump out of aforementioned window.
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