the ramble

Part 863 in the Cherry Creek Club saga. And reason 2028 to not live at The Cherry Creek Club.

My Domestic Disturbance neighbors have taken it to the next level. In their last lovely fight, as before, she locked him out of the house. But, this time, she was outside the house too. And at some point there was shoving. Actual physical shoving. This time I called the cops because he was telling her “you’re in danger. you’re in danger” while she attempted to toss his things off the balcony.

When the cops came, he tried to tell them that she was trying to kill him and they should call his brother to confirm, cause she tried to kill him all the time. Which makes his refusal to leave when she throws him out even more baffling.

Just a lovely everyday occurrence at The Cherry Creek Club.

Last night, somewhere around the neighborhood of 2:45A.M., while I was fast asleep and deeply dreaming, there were sudden screams, shouts, YELLS coming from outside in the parking lot (note to self: do not get an apartment whose bedroom window opens over the parking lot ever again).

Startled, heart racing, I went to the window to make sure no one was getting shot. I did this A. because people getting shot might require me to call the Police again and B. because people getting shot might give me reasonable cause to break my lease without penalty.

I cautiously peeked through the blinds and watched the scene unfold before me:

There are two individuals in the parking lot yelling: the first is a man and I cannot see him clearly. He is the less loud of the two. The second is a woman and I can’t help but see her clearly, as she is very large, very red and screaming very loud. She gets in her car and screeches around rows of cars, coming to a stop only inches from the front of his car, which is parked in the middle of the drive. She gets out again and starts screaming. Until a third player enters the scene:

A man, rather large himself, is walking to his Very Sketchy Van. He turns to Totally Insane 300 Pound Woman and says something to her. Presumably: shut up, get out of here, I’ll call the cops, you’re an idiot or something along those lines.

She is still very red. She gets back into her car, throws it jerkily into reverse and tears off through the parking lot.

No one was shot. Which probably means I’m still stuck in this proverbial Hell Hole.

.One.
The neighbors to my right have a favorite song.I know that it is their favorite song because it happens to be the ONLY song they ever play. And they play it over and over and over and over and over and over again. They also play it VERY LOUD. Which I can only conclude is an effort to burn the base rhythms into my tired brain.

.Two.
The neighbors on the other side are the ones whose kids litter in our lawn.

.Three.
In conclusion, Google, please index this entry and let people know that the Cherry Creek Club is Highly Undesirable living situation. Love, Gigi

.One.
One night, a few weeks ago, I was taking the dog for one last potty break before bed. On my way down the stairwell whose railing has been broken and dangerous since I moved in, I passed my new creepy neighbor: stumbling, drunk and bleeding from a gash in his head. Obviously, this was upsetting and frightening, and I rushed the dog out into the yard and then back into the house as quickly as possible.

.Two.
About a week or so later, the same creepy neighbor was locked out of his apartment by the girlfriend-roommate-whatever. I was again taking the dog for her nightly potty, when I watched the drama unfold before me. He was camped out on the doorstep, yelling for her to let him in, calling her names, shouting something about how if he didn’t get let in he’d end up in jail (WTF?). He was drunk and loud and probably violent. And again I shuffled the dog quickly out and back in.

I could still hear him from my living room. Screaming, pounding. And I called the Police.

I haven’t seen him since. Not stumbling up the stairs with a gash in his forehead. Nor pounding on the door using the C-Word. Nor leaning over the railing smoking and leering. So maybe he did go to jail.