These two drunk guys decide to stop and have a “discussion” outside my bedroom window. .. the window is at the head of my bed and is shut, but I can still hear them as though they were right in my room. And I can see them in the streetlight right below me. One guy is an owner/financier of some place in New York, the other is a chef. Apparently the chef got belligerent and made some sort of out of line comment. They are yelling at each other, drunk, trying to agree not to talk about business in social situations. The financier is telling the chef he’s belligerent and defining what belligerent is for the chef who is denying it. The girlfriend of the financier is waiting impatiently, trying to get them to move on, stepping in to kiss her man to show her support now and then. There’s another friend who is trying to act as impartial mediator, to stop this “discussion” and to get them to move on. They’re all relatively good looking.. except the friend (lots of arm hair. . ew!) and look to be probably a couple years older than me.

This is what I get to try to sleep through at 1:30 a.m. on a Sunday night. Half asleep I yell “Dude, SHUT UP!” to which they don’t respond. The window is shut, they’re drunk and yelling, plus I probably didn’t yell it loud enough. I’m getting impatient. They’re “discussion” is sort of interesting and I’d be happy to eavesdrop on them if this was like 1 PM and not 1 AM on a Sunday so I yell it again “SHUTUPSHUTUP!”. Nothing. So I drag my butt up, scoot the bed back, open the gate, pull up the window, look down and yell “HEY, can you guys have your “discussion” somewhere else!?!??!” They all know they’re being assholes, tiredly respond “yes……” all at the same time, and start to walk up the block, continuing on with the “discussion”.

Attempting to sleep in The Village sucks at times.