adiva_calandia

My sister, tonight:

"Man, I can't wait to read your memoirs about working on every food truck in Seattle and going to every poet party."

I have come to the reluctant conclusion that as much as I enjoy shooting zombies in the head and yelling obscenities in a Texan accent at the TV, I should probably stop playing Red Dead Redemption: Undead Nightmare for the sake of my sleep patterns. That, or I need to only play it early in the day and follow it up with something delightful and distracting before bed. (Middleman rewatch time? . . .)

Me: I didn't have an actual dinner. I had beer and cookies.

Roommate Zoidberg: ...

Me: I'M AN ADULT!

Roommate Zoidberg: YEAH.

 I was having trouble sleeping already, and then around 2:30 I woke up because some group of people was having an obnoxiously loud conversation on the sidewalk outside. I lay there and listened for a little while, wondering if I should open a window and tell them to quiet down, and finally realized that there was a girl in the group telling her friend in no uncertain terms that he could not drive home, he was not sober, and he was going to have to spend the night at a friend's house.

I wasn't really sure what to do, but I got up and watched the rest of the conversation from the window like a creeper. One girl, two guys, shortly joined by a third from the building next door. A few minutes ago they finally wandered off, with Mr. DUI-In-Waiting proclaiming that he wanted a latte and then taking off his belt to show it off to the others. Both of the other men seemed disinclined to let him stay at their places, although there did seem to be a reluctant consensus that Mr. DUI was too drunk to drive.

What's the appropriate thing to do here? I guess if I had seen him getting behind the wheel of a car, I would have or should have called the police to let them know that there was a clearly impaired driver in my neighborhood. But other than that . . . is there anything more I could have or should have done, besides keep an eye on them while they were causing a ruckus under my window?

ETA: They just came back, and Mr. DUI seemed considerably more sober and drove off. Keep your fingers crossed. >.<

 Scenes from Chez Coffee is for Closers, starring me and Roommate Zoidberg.

Adiva: jkjklfdsa *laughing hysterically*
Adiva: so I'm downloading TDKR
Merc: yiiiis?
Adiva: and my torretn client keeps telling me I can stream it, so I keep trying to stream it, but it always ends up freezing
Adiva: but this time I got it to stream up through Bane's first few lines before it froze
Adiva: at which point [Zoidberg] poked his head into the living room and went
Adiva: ". . . Are you watching The Dark Knight Rises?"
Adiva: "Because I was sitting in my room and went 'Wait, I know that voice . . .'"
Adiva: And then we started talking about the movies and I said I'd only seen it once which is CLEARLY not acceptable
Adiva: and he pointed out that it's actually pretty much the same movie as The Dark Knight
Adiva: "Only Bane knows that the first movie happened!"
Adiva: "It's like if you bred the first two movies, you'd get Dark Knight Rises."
Merc: sfdlkfjlksdfj
Adiva: Me: "The thing is all of Nolan's movies are like that! Like, if you look at them too closely -- they're not very well written. It's a damn good thing Aaron Eckhart is as good an actor as he is, because otherwise his lines would just sound ridiculous. But they're so good thematically!"
 Adiva: [Zoidberg]: "Yeah, it's a great concept to do all three of them like that, it's just that they're all kind of the same movie."
Adiva: "It's like -- it's like a symphony!"
Adiva: "It's like the Goldberg Variations!"
Adiva: "That's it, Nolan is Bach, it all makes so much sense now."