I think I may have just f-ed up →[More:]
So last night was my first night sleeping in my new apartment, or not sleeping, I should say.
I went to bed around midnight to the sounds of some feet shuffling and music upstairs, nothing too bad.
Then at 4:30 am I was awoken by people screaming and yelling out to one another in the street. I was going to yell out my window at them, but then they all came into my building and proceeded to have a really loud party right above me. I was able to get back to sleep around 6, but then I had to wake up at 8.
Fast-forward to tonight, got home from drinks and already hear music etc above so I decide to go up and knock so that I might be able to get some sleep tonight.
I go up, see which apt it's coming from, knock. No one answers but the door is ajar. Knock again and again, hear voices talking about who it could be at the door but no one gets up, so I say "excuse me?" and I open the door a little.
Here's the scene:
Very dark hallway leading to a living room where the only noticeable furnishings are an enormous snake tank with a massive snake on one wall, and a huge stereo system on the other wall (no surprise there). Beer bottles on the floor, 4 people on a couch,
one of whom is none other than the Super of my building.
I said I lived downstairs and asked really apologetically if they could turn it down and they kind of laughed at me and then one guy sighed and knelt down to turn it a little bit.
I apologized some more and left shaking.
I'm scared that now my super hates me and I've gotten off on the wrong food AND he has my keys.
And he has a giant snake and I have a little bunny and I'm doing the math on that one.
I wish it was Christmas already so I could give him a big tip or something and hope that smoothes it over.
Please reassure me!