Being in an apartment off-campus has been one of the most interesting developments in me becoming an "adult"
I mean, when my roommates and I were living in our first apartment on-campus we hardly ever saw any of our neighbors. The building was super quiet all things considered (except the fire alarms going off every so often.)
Here, we have babies crying every so often, yelling and screaming spouses (and in the other apartment complex, the police have shown up), pounding from the upstairs tenants, and the creepy people from downstairs (one always talking loudly on his cell phone and the other that just stares at us weirdly)
However, the day of the drunk lady was one of the more memorable events thus far.
As a good student, I was holed up in my room studying for an exam. Despite the loud talking I heard coming from the living room, I thought nothing of it; my roommates friend was over and I figured that she had just invited someone else along with. No, it wasn't until my other roommate came into my room and related the story to me.
It seemed that there had been a disturbance outside, someone screaming and crying. Upon investigation, it turned out be a very drunk girl who was trying to drive. Her boyfriend had kicked her out of his apartment (his mom's apartment actually.) Yes, he did kick his very drunk girlfriend out and expected her to drive home. Oh, and before you say anything, she had a dead cell phone so she couldn't call a friend to drive her. And he knew this.
Not wanting her to drive home in her condition, she was invited in. And this is where things got weird.
See, when she found out what apartment we lived in, she told us that her boyfriend called us "the lesbians downstairs." Not only this, but he apparently went on to say that we "wanted him" and that he was going to "f**k us all"
Maybe I'm wrong, but I think wanted to have sex with someone means that you've met them. And we've never talked to him. At all. Ever. Hell, I only saw him for the first time a few weeks later. Um...creepy?
After finding this out, my roommate, Rachel and her friend decided to have a bit of fun messing with the ass, and went up to his apartment.
They then proceeded to tell him that they were the lesbians from downstairs and asked if they could watch the football game with him. Apparently the look on his face was priceless and he asked them if he was on candid camera. When they replied with a negative, he seemed pretty giddy and said of course they could.
Dumbass.
But they told him that they had to go get some stuff before coming back. And of course they never did. But Rachel's friend did grab Rachel's butt and looked slyly back. The pie-eyed look on his face said it all.
As for the girl, she was fine. A bit of an idiot but harmless really. She called a friend using my roommate's phone, and left shortly thereafter. She called us her angels.
Weirdest night ever. But a great story to tell. And the story always starts, "hey, remember that drunk girl...?"
