- Fact: Roommates annoy eachother, no matter how much they like eachother.
- Fact: Roommates often accidentally make too much noise and wake up/bother the people they live with.
- Fact: Roommates are usually remorseful when they do one of the above things, whether or not they think the other roommates should be annoyed with their behavior.
- Fact: Bahrry made an unbelievable amount of noise, far more than could ever be accidental, and was physically incapable of taking responsibility for his actions. Somehow it always ended up being my fault that he was loud.
we are usually up fairly late and a tv or music at reasonable levels is common (though obvious consideration will be given, just don't want someone annoyed every night) I go to bed usually between 10 and 11, but generally read or watch a movie on my computer for a while after turning in. The room seems fairly isolated in regards to the living room, and I'm a really heavy sleeper, so it shouldn't be a problem. My past two rooms have shared a wall with the living room and I've only had noise problems with one roommate, who is quite possibly the loudest person alive and also maybe deaf. I'm sort of used to my early bedtime and the idea that normal people are still awake and moving about.
All of that seems pretty normal. People watch TV later at night than my bedtime. I get it, and managed to live fairly peacefully with eight other people on completely different schedules before I moved in with these two bozos, so I wasn't concerned.
Boy, was I wrong. These two might have been the loudest people alive. I'm pretty sure the people downstairs hated us. I kind of wanted to go down there and explain that it wasn't me, and then recruit them for my cause -- Operation Shut the Fuck Up.
I should probably back up and explain exactly how loud Bahrry and Dan managed to be. They had a gorgeous flat-screen TV hooked up to surround sound speakers and a subwoofer. It really was an awesome setup. The definition was so good that it really looked like the Sopranos were in the living room. Despite actually not owning a TV now, I do appreciate watching on one, just not hearing the TV two rooms away at 2:00 am on a Tuesday . . . which happened pretty frequently.
I should back up again. I'm not doing too well with the chronology of this issue, probably because the noise was so omnipresent it's hard to pinpoint specific turning points in our roommate relationship related to absurd loudness. Never the less, there is this one time that comes to mind. I'd been complaining to a friend about Bahrry for weeks when she crashed at my place after a particularly raucous night of dancing. We got home around 3:30 and drunkenly inflated the air-mattress on the floor of my room, probably making an ungodly amount of noise of our own. At 5:00 am we were woken up from our drunken stupors by Bahrry and Dan watching TV on full blast. We could hear every word and, this is the kicker -- the airmatress was SHAKING. Yes indeed, the subwoofer was so powerful that the bass could be felt two rooms away. I also finally had a witness to the madness.
This kind of thing happened repeatedly. I tried to drown it out with my ipod to no avail. I actually bought earplugs. That $3 spent at Duanne Reade was the best investment I made while living with Bahrry and Dan. Unfortunately they didn't work all the time. If I went to sleep with them in, I most likely wouldn't wake up, but if the boys were making noise when I was trying to fall asleep, I was in trouble. Being sleepy, in case you have not yet experienced me in that state, does not make me any more pleasant. Yet, Bahrry and Dan wondered why I did not want to be their friend . . .
I did, several times, actually ask the boys to turn down whatever it was that they had on full volume (sometimes it was the stereo in the living room rather than the TV, and occasionally the stereo in the kitchen was a problem). Dan, like most normal people, would say "sorry," and turn it down a little, probably while internally being a bit annoyed at having to do so. Bahrry, however, would have an argument with me about it. He basically blamed me for being annoyed, because how could he know that I was woken up by the noise if I didn't say anything about it? Fair enough, but if the bass is shaking the floor boards, it is most definitely too loud for anyone, at any time.
The noise actually set off our final two confrontations and my eventual departure, but those stories are too juicy to be told out of context. First we will have to finish exploring Bahhry as a character through Bahrry and the Bathroom, Bahrry and Sex, and Bahrry and Bills. It'll be an exciting ride.