I promised an update on happenings around the apartment complex. Well, here you go.
Upon returning from the trip to South Carolina, I was informed by a couple of the residents that two of George's "floozies" had forced their way into Janet's apartment and demanded she watch their dog. I guess while they were there, Janet snuck out the back to Sara's apartment for help. When they came back and told the women to leave, the floozies threatened to set their dog on Sara's dog. A couple of days later I was also informed that one of these ladies had been wandering around outside in only a shirt. I talked to George about it, and of course he denied everything. I told the residents though, that they have every right to call the police on these ladies.
The other day I got a call from a lady who started the conversation with: "Is it or is it not correct that this is an elderly only apartment? And if so, why are there children and grandchildren of tenants living with them?" Yeah, I knew this was going to be trouble from the start. I tried to ask the lady who she was, but she refused to tell me. What she did do was yell at me for fifteen minutes about how it's not fair that Pat and Alice have their kids and grandkids living with them, and of course, she wanted to know why I wasn't doing anything about it. I tried to tell her that all I could do was tell these residents that their family wasn't allowed to live with them, but all they would have to do is tell me that they were sleeping elsewhere, which would leave me with no way to prove it one way or another. She would have none of this. She absolutely refused to accept that there was no real way to prove these people were "living" there. You tell me? How do you prove someone lives with someone else if you can't follow them around 24/7? This lady wouldn't let it go. She also tried to tell me that the building wasn't being cleaned and the bathroom disgusting. When I asked for specifics, she tried to blame me for the stains that residents had made on the hall and community room carpets. Apparently these are my fault. I tried to tell her that by being stains, by definition, they are hard to remove. They also aren't any real indicator of whether or not something is clean. Oh well. The best part was when she ended her tirade by saying "I'll pray for you" before she hung up. Good grief.
Ok, no more apartment stuff for now.
Monday was Anna's mother's birthday. I baked her a cake from scratch. It was kind of dry, but it tasted ok.
We went over to Anna's parent's house to celebrate her birthday. I was going to grill some chicken, and we'd have a nice time. But when we pulled into their driveway, we saw them dressed up and looking like they were about to leave. According to her dad, they had just received a frantic call from Anna's grandmother saying she had everything ready and wondering where we all were. Ugh. We had planned on having dinner with her on Tuesday to appease her evil little shriveled soul, but I guess she got Tuesday mixed up with Monday. So poor Anna's mother ended up celebrating her birthday by eating dinner with her least favorite person in the world.
Speaking of birthdays, today is my mother's birthday. I called and wished her a happy fiftieth anniversary of being birthed. I also called my siblings to remind them that it was her birthday. My brother had no idea. My sister didn't answer the phone, so hopefully she gets my voicemail.
So last night I drove three hours to Evansville to see Project 86 headline a show. Yes, you heard right. Last night I went to my fourth Project 86 show of the summer. This time I was totally willing to drive the three hours because I knew they would play a full set. Yeah, it was awesome. Though I did forget that Evansville is on central time. So I arrived an hour early. It's a good thing I drove that far though because there was hardly anybody there. It took me forever to find the venue too. The place is called "Boney June's" and is located on a little side street full of restaurants and banks and all that normal suburban shopping area stuff. The problem was, there wasn't a sign for the place, and I could not see an address on any of the buildings for the life of me. Fortunately, the street itself was relatively short, so I just started circling all the buildings on the street looking for the place. I finally found it by spotting Project 86's van. The venue itself didn't even have a sign. It just had the named written really small on the front door. It took me by surprise to say the least. But there it was, smashed between a Quizno's and a tanning salon. There were maybe fifty people at the show, and I think half of those were friends of the local openers. It was kind of depressing in that sense. I was up against the barrier at the very center of the stage, and I didn't have a single person touching me. Yeah, that's how uncrowded the place was. I saw all the band members before the show and by this point they all recognized me on site. They ended up playing thirteen songs, including several new ones off the new album. I screamed myself raw. It was a good set. It seemed to go by so quickly, but I know they played for over an hour. They played all the songs they had played on the Scream the Prayer tour, and they added in some others to go along with the several new ones from "Picket Fence Cartel." I was especially pleased to hear "Illuminate" and "Evil (a chorus of resistance)" live, since I hadn't ever heard those live before. During the show, a guy made a comment that this was the best birthday present ever. So Andrew verified that it was indeed his birthday and asked him if he knew the songs to "The Spy Hunter." Thankfully, the guy was honest and said he had just started listening to Project. So Andrew concluded the show by having the crowd surround this guy during the playing of "The Spy Hunter" and scream the lyrics right into his face. It was kind of fun. I think he may have actually enjoyed it too.
The end of the show meant having to drive back. There was so much construction on the way back and with the time change, I didn't get home until nearly 4 a.m.
Next up for me is Maylene and the Sons of Disaster next week. That'll be a blast.
Ok, I'm done typing. My wrists hurt.
Blue boxers.
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