Oh, karma is going to punish me bad for this one.
I have not yet confronted my upstairs neighbor. After last week, and my very cranky post about being awaken in the middle of the night, things have been very quiet upstairs. There were a few nights when I didn't hear a peep and thought maybe Esther had spent the night somewhere else. I jokingly said to my friend that maybe she ran across my blog and read about my frustration.
This may be exactly what happened.
If Esther is anything like me - a google queen - she has found my blog.
Because I found her's. And her myspace page.
Yes, Esther and I have a few things in common.
And now I feel horrible.
I'm not a bad person, Esther. I'm not normally a bitch. Really. I was quick to judge and quick to be mean. And I'm sorry. I should have just come upstairs and nicely explained the situation but I hate confrontation, HATE IT, and the only time I can actually do it is when I'm angry, and then I'm hateful, and well......
Again, I'm sorry.
You've been very quiet this last week and I really appreciate it. As long as the music, the drum and the pillow talk aren't loud too early (before 9am) or too late (after 11pm) I'm one of the nicest neighbors you'll ever have. I even bake cookies for everyone at christmas.
Hope we can be friendly again.
PS The distorted pics of you and your friend made me laugh out loud.