Kristen and the Noise

So under normal circumstances this post would be a recap of tonight's performance by the Dewey Beach cover band at Clarendon Grill, which I attended briefly with some former coworkers. For what its worth, the band was in solid form, and I greatly enjoyed watching the sardine-crushed crowd from the back of the room in the early stages of their evening's pre-fornication.

However, the title of this post is actually far more fitting for what I encountered when I returned home at the end of the night. As I walked downstairs towards my bedroom, I was surprised to hear a male voice (my downstairs roommate is female, with the name referenced above), saying "We are definitely having sex again."

Appropriately dismayed, I quickly retreated upstairs to the living room, only to be graced with approximately 40 minutes of some of the finest porn moaning I've ever heard. Needless to say, her companion was clearly an expert at cleaning her pipes...

I certainly don't begrudge my roommates getting ass, as I would expect them not to have an issue if I had a guest. However, its one thing to be able to hear it from the room next door. A seperate floor, with the TV on, is a bit extravagant. Especially as it also woke up my roommate's girlfriend who was sleeping upstairs in his room. She and I compared notes as we waited the happy pair out from the living room.

So they've finally quit and gotten ready for bed. But I'm now wide awake. Hopefully sleep will come soon. It's been far too long a day...