The fact that it's NCAA tournament time does not make it okay to scream and pound on the floor at half past midnight. I don't give a crap if you're a UConn fan. Really, I don't.
Conversation at the door at 12:35 a.m....
Me: "It's 12:30 at night."
Neighbor: "But we're watching the NCAA tourney."
Me: "And? It's 12:30 at night. Could you keep the screaming down?"
Neighbor: "But it's UConn versus Washington."
Me: "And it's 12:30 at night. This really isn't a great way to start off in the building."
Neighbor: "Yeah, but we're watching a game..."
Me: "You seem to miss the point that it's 12:30, and if your neighbors can't sleep because y'all are screaming, it's uncool."
Neighbor: "Well, yeah, I guess... but it's UConn..."
I gave up. Apparently, there is some special rule I don't know about that, if UConn is playing, screaming late at night is okay. I must have missed the memo that I'm now living downstairs from Cheerz Sportz Pub.
Sorry. I get cranky when I have a group of overgrown frat boys keeping me at night. Since the new guy moved in two weeks ago, I feel like I'm living in my old dorm room at Macalester. That wasn't fun at age 20. It's even more unfun at 40.
I'll get over it... when I win the lottery... and build a big house on some empty acreage somewhere...