Bad timing all around

Last night (as always seems to happen when I say "just a few pints") turned into quite the evening.  Ben and I headed to a pub called the Green Man, and after a few pints Alco, Gareth and Eddie joined us.  It was a great time!  Around 10 (yeah, that snuck up on me), Alco, Eddie, Gareth and I went to a bar/restaurant in the area for indian food.  This is where Eddie began to lecture me on the dangers and awfulness of online dating (V and I are pondering joining a dating site called mysinglefriend.com - to be honest, I'm not looking to find the love of my life on a dating site, but its nice to be taken out to a nice dinner and have some good conversations..or material for another chapter in the reality show that is my life).  There is nothing worse than a married person lecturing you on how you should or should not date.  This was after he told me I shouldn't give my number to a guy I met earlier because the wingman told Eddie that the friend (who I was talking to) was looking to meet people that night.  I said Eddie, that's a good thing.  I also am looking to meet people.  I'm just giving him my number.  We aren't getting married.  He probably won't even call.  Chillax.

So Eddie continues on lecturing me about the dangers of online dating.  I finally stopped him and said, "ok.  Where would you suggest I meet someone.  75% of my friends are married (I love you all, but its not like I'm going to strike gold there), and when we go out, we usually have a private room which eliminates meeting people there.  When I go out with my single girlfriends, we like to go out and dance and have a good time, not ideal for meeting people either.  My company has about 15 people, none of whom I want to date.  SO REALLY Eddie, I would LOVE to know where YOU think I should meet someone."

Well that shut him up.

So anyway, I took the bus home, got home at like 11:20 or so, took my clothes out of my washing machine, hung it to dry and prayed it would be dry by morning because they surveyor is coming today and the house has to look pretty or something.  I don't really know.

Now, if you had to pick a day to have a house/car alarm go off for an hour between 4 and 5 am, what would your choices be?  Perhaps the day after your birthday?  Day after the company Christmas party?  Day after st patrick's day?  Yeah.  At 4 am I was woken out of a dream by an alarm.  I laid in bed waiting for it to stop.  Twenty minutes later, it finally did.  Praise Jesus.  It was a st patrick's day miracle.  I finally slowed my heart pace down, just about lulled myself back to sleep when WHOOO-OO, WHOO-OOO, WHOO-OO.  I screamed some choice words in frustration.  Walked around my little apartment trying to find if the noise was as loud in the living room as it was in my bedroom.  Yeah, still as loud.  Finally at 5 am, I called the cops.  I think this is a very American response because everyone in my office is shocked that I did this.  I told them where I lived and said they should send someone out to look to see if someone is being burgled.  She said do you see any suspicious activity?
me: "Ma'am, its 5 am.  I can't see anything."
Po-po: "Ok, well if you don't see any suspicious activity we can't do anything"
me: "um, you have to do something because I'm about to put a bullet in my head"
Po-po: "haha...no seriously, we can't do anything. (gets flustered with her words and misspeaks a word)  Sorry, its just about that time of the morning when your brain stops working"
me: "yes that's kind of how I feel"
Po-po: "Well, you have to call your local council and they will come out with the keys"
me: "That's ridiculous, but ok what's the number?"

So I call the local council.  Rings twice, then cuts off.  I try again.  Rings twice, cuts off.  I try from my other phone.  Rings twice, cuts off.  "You have GOT to be F£$%ING KIDDING ME!!!"  I'm sure my neighbor heard that and felt the same way.  So about 15 minutes after all that, the noise stopped.  At this point I have to get up in like an hour and a half because I need to wake up early to finish my laundry in prep for the house sale stuff.  I am now sitting in work with a massive no sleep (possible slight hangover) headache.  But the drilling taking place outside my office is really helping, so that's good.

Happy St Patrick's Day.