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Memories Of The Hood- Part 1

hubcap.jpg When we lived in Chicago we lived in the hood. Not the actual Chicago hood, but the Evanston hood. It was a bit sketchy around our street. Not “bars on the window, wear a bullet proof vest” sketchy, but definitely “don’t go out at night by yourself, always be aware of your surroundings and maybe consider carrying a golf club sketchy.” In the ridiculously inflated real estate prices in a big city, it was what we could afford and we were able to build equity in our condo relatively quickly.

I was reminded of “the hood” when I looked out my front door this week and a hubcap was in our front yard stuck in the snow. This seems to be a gift from someone who felt our yard was lacking something that could only be supplied by a piece of chrome from their automobile. A touching gift really.

Anyway, while reminiscing about our little condo in Evanston, I was reminded of our upstairs neighbors. I first met Tony in the stairway where he introduced himself and told us he lived alone upstairs, but would be getting married soon and was so excited for his fiancee to move in. For some reason, he also chose this first meeting as an appropriate time to apologize for the fact that, because he and his fiancee were staying pure until marriage, there would be a lot of noise coming from upstairs upon their co-habitation. Nice to meet ya.

I should mention at this point that Tony was a rather robust fellow. When I finally met his wife, she was very similar. I am trying really hard not to be insulting here, but they just weren’t the smallest people I have ever met. I should also mention that this particular condo building didn’t have the best sound proofing. I should further mention that several times during the 2 years we lived in the condo, we were awakened at 3:30 am with what I could only describe as some newlywed lovin’ going on. About 600 pounds of lovin’. The kind of lovin’ that is SO LOUD it wakes 2 people out of a dead sleep and disturbs them so much with it’s intensity and duration that they are forced to go out to the living room and watch late night TV to avoid the uncomfortable feeling that you are eavesdropping on other people’s private times.

We grew to be friends with these neighbors. In fact, of all the people in the building they were who we knew the best and trusted with those “we’re going to be out of town can you get the mail for us” kind of things. Still, I never really felt like I could look them in the eye. I also was not surprised in the least when they told us they were expecting. In fact, I am pretty sure I was in some way witness to the conception. The hubby and I also got used to the noise and learned to sleep through it. When we moved I kept looking for the part on the seller’s disclosure where I could detail the fact that “the neighbors upstairs enjoy a very healthy and raucous sex life.” Somehow that box didn’t make it on the form.

Comments

  1. Ah ha ha ha ha ha! That so reminds me of the apartment I had in Seattle… when the single girl moved in next door… and proceeded to wake me at 3am when her boyfriend was over. Ugh. I was still single at the time and didn’t really want to be thinking about that, let alone hearing it! And I had to leave for work at 6:30am.
    And I didn’t think I lived in the hood… but I did have my car stolen from the parking lot (and this was a HUGE apartment complex). Thankfully I got it back same day.

  2. What is it about the 3 am par-tay? When we lived on the first floor of a house up on “the hill”, our landlady lived in the apartment above us…her boyfriend owned a bar and didn’t get in until three…but we always knew when she was welcoming him home.

    We’re still friend with her and I have wanted to mention it before but I just can’t do it without laughing!

  3. Ohh…that is too funny! I love that the roaming hubcap reminded you of the hood, seen any gymshoes hanging from lightposts up there? Then my personal favorite has been, the squirrel sitting on the fence eating a tortilla ( city livin).

    And 600 pounds of lovin!! I can’t imagine the sound effects. I commend your gross sense of discipline in not blurting something out to them about all the fun they were having. You my friend, are a much better neighbor than I might have been.

  4. silver says:

    I grew up in Evanston! I luckily never had to overhear 600 lbs of lovin, though.

  5. When the hubs and I first got married we lived in a quad-plex at college with three other couples living in the other three quarters. Unfortunately, the vent systems were all connected! We all knew when something was going on and with four newlywed couples…there was always something going on!!!

  6. I suppose you can commend your old neighbors for taking on “The Challenge.” :)

  7. Hubcap in the yard – girl take a drive by my house and you will see it all over. In fact, you have to come to a complete stop about 19 times thanks to the gigantic potholes so you can get a good look if you need to reminisce.

    That’s a really funny story and I can’t believe I haven’t heard it before!!

  8. So, funny about the 600 lbs of lovin’. And kind of disturbing. But not as disturbing as hearing your parents at 3 in the am having their own kind of party. Ugh! Late night tv to the rescue, is right!

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