I woke last night at 1 am and then again at 2:30 am because of shouting on the street.
Due to some massive and elaborate scaffolding outside my window — another city hazard — I couldn’t see what was going on, so I crept towards my front door.
My husband was asleep on the couch. He often falls asleep in front of the TV (Parkinsons!) So without back up, I headed across the lobby in my barefeet and pajamas (PJ bottoms and a red tee shirt from the Rethink Church campaign emblazoned with the message, “Impact the Community”).
One of the doormen, E., appeared at my side. Doormen are great back up!
E. said he’d already called the cops once.
It was a drunken party on a stoop across the street.
“Guys,” I yelled, because there were about 12 guys shouting and one woman in a red dress shushing.
“C’mon, keep it down,” I yelled. “We have kids sleeping around here,” I said that. I did. I played the “kids’ sleeping here” card.
E. told me, “A group of people, led by the woman in the red dress, got out of a Columbia University ambulance. They were honking and yelling and left the flashers on in front of the building.” That must’ve been my 1 am wake up call.
We turned to go. The guys grumbled, but began to disperse.
One ran across the street to catch me.
His eyes were glassy. “I was having a party and my friends started destroying the pillar on the steps.” He wanted sympathy. I did too.
“Okay…Be neighborly,” I said. “Quiet the party down. People are sleeping.” I’m a huge fan of sleep (and I’ve written about Mommy Needs Sleep.)
If you live in the country, the sounds of nature, like dogs and birds, may wake you, but here in the city, it’s laughter, yammering, stolen ambulances and vandalism.
To cover your back you need back up.
I woke last night to the sound of thunder. How far off I sat and wondered – Bob Seger