Wednesday, February 25, 2004
I made it to the radio show last night. The sports talk show has gone a little smoother this year. The guy who did most of the hosting the past couple of years can't be on the radio due to political reasons. Tristan would be the next in line to host, but Chuck has taken over the hosting duties in honor of Black History month. He has mentioned staying on as main host. I'd be for it. He keeps better control of the show than Tristan, although Tristan has gotten better since his freshman year. Anyway, anyone interest in listening to the show, it airs 10pm on Tuesdays on 88.3FM in pittsburgh or WRCT online. I'll likely be participating most weeks until I get a job.
I stayed on the CMU campus after the show last night surfing the net, mostly reading up on the Pitt basketball game and fixing something in my resume that a friend pointed out. I didn't get back to my apartment complex until after 1am. I believe I've mentioned here before that there's no parking near my actual place. I have to walk past as many as ten other apartments to get to mine. I was walking past one of them when I heard a sound. It only took a second for me to realize what it was. It was a woman voice loudly saying "oh yes oh yes...". That apartment had a light on downstairs. All the apartments have vertical blinds. The blinds were closed but I could see light coming between two of the slats. I had already walked past the windows when I stopped because I heard the noise. I'm proud to say I successly suppressed the urge to walk back and see if I could see through the blinds. Of course, it could just have well have been someone playing a porno tape really loud, but where's the fun in that.
One thing about my apartment is that the walls are pretty sound-tight. I hardly ever hear noises from the apartments I share a wall with, even the one with multiple hyperactive dogs. The only other time I heard sex noises from a neighbor's apartment was last summer and that apartment's windows were open. In last night's case, I didn't hear the sound until I was walking past the door. I don't think the doors are as solid as the walls.
I stayed on the CMU campus after the show last night surfing the net, mostly reading up on the Pitt basketball game and fixing something in my resume that a friend pointed out. I didn't get back to my apartment complex until after 1am. I believe I've mentioned here before that there's no parking near my actual place. I have to walk past as many as ten other apartments to get to mine. I was walking past one of them when I heard a sound. It only took a second for me to realize what it was. It was a woman voice loudly saying "oh yes oh yes...". That apartment had a light on downstairs. All the apartments have vertical blinds. The blinds were closed but I could see light coming between two of the slats. I had already walked past the windows when I stopped because I heard the noise. I'm proud to say I successly suppressed the urge to walk back and see if I could see through the blinds. Of course, it could just have well have been someone playing a porno tape really loud, but where's the fun in that.
One thing about my apartment is that the walls are pretty sound-tight. I hardly ever hear noises from the apartments I share a wall with, even the one with multiple hyperactive dogs. The only other time I heard sex noises from a neighbor's apartment was last summer and that apartment's windows were open. In last night's case, I didn't hear the sound until I was walking past the door. I don't think the doors are as solid as the walls.
Comments:
Post a Comment
