My place in Santa Monica was lovely. It was a brand new studio with a walk in closet, balcony and 5 blocks from the beach. The only problem was everything else about the building sucked.
My neighbors across the hall were right out of high school, as were most of the people there. It basically turned into a frat house every weekend. The two people in the apartment next to mine would either be screaming at the top of their lungs at each other or having really loud sex, both of which the song “Smooth Operator” would be playing faintly in the background. The couple that lived below me would fight constantly as well. From what I could hear, he hated her because she was an alcoholic..but he cheated on her and caused her to drink. Also, in the year that I lived there I experienced an earthquake, a fire, a tsunami warning and a bomb scare.
It was around 7 AM when I heard a pounding on my door. I just figured whoever was pounding had the wrong apartment (they all look the same anyway). So I stayed in bed. The pounding didn’t stop so I got up and ran to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw a man standing in a LAPD Bomb Squad outfit. I opened the door and was told there was a bomb in the building and I needed to evacuate. He told me to get out so I grabbed my purse and ran out. I ran to my friend’s door on my floor to get her and we both went outside. We contemplated taking her cats with us but I decided there was no time*
There was a 7-11 right down the street so we went in to get some snacks while the bomb squad investigated the “suspicious package” in our building. (The people that lived in the building were the worst and as soon as I heard there was a bomb in the building I immediately assumed it either came from one of them or was meant for one of them.)
While I was checking out at the register I saw that they had Beatles Monopoly for sale. I had been wanting that game for a long time but never had the time to go out and get it. I was seriously considering purchasing it when I looked down and saw that I was still in my boxers. If the building did actually blow up, I would have nothing except the clothes on my back, my purse..and Beatles Monopoly. I immediately put it back on the shelf and left the store. A few hours later they realized the “suspicious package” was of no harm. We were let back into our building and I was pissed I didn’t buy the board game. I still don’t have it.
My building made national news. It was a story that ran on the news cutting between Obama accepting the Nobel Peace Prize and a car chase in Texas.
*There has been some discrepancy between my friend and I with who decided there wasn’t enough time to take the cats. I think that she wanted to put the cats in the cages and take them with us but I said there wasn’t enough time..and she thinks I was the one who wanted to take the cats but that she said there was no time. At this point there’s no telling who said what..but what I do know is that one of us a real bitch.