I left my apartment. Ok, wait, let’s scroll up to the beginning. Like i said, construction noise was at an all time high at my apartment. It was to the point of complete insanity. My brain was exploding. All. over. the. place. So I suited up, got all puffy for a walk, strapped on my camera and headed out the door. Of course it was raining. Why wouldn’t it be? I walked a few steps and realized I really don’t want to mess up my camera. So I turned around and walked back upstairs.
That was attempt #1.
While upstairs listening to the HORRIBLE WAILS AND MOANS AND SCREECHES of construction I was waffling between B Cup and Cafe Brama. It’s hard to go to cafe brama because the vino is so tempting. Plus, I had half heartedly committed to go to the gym with Factor. Like an ass. Anyway, I thought “hell, I’ll go to cafe brama, sit by the window in my favorite spot, get some stuff done, and be blissfully happy.”
Guess what happened. Go on, guess.
About 15 minutes ago, a HUGE construction truck full of wet asphalt pulled up and started dumping asphalt. the back door of the truck slammed DEAFENINGLY against the truck. My brain leaked out onto my neighborhoodies hoodie. It gets better. Tumbling from the OTHER truck were two construction men.
AND
THEIR
JACKHAMMERS
So here I sit, in my 2nd attempt at quiet and atmosphere. I’m staring at the blinking light of the backhoe while my ass vibrates to the beat of not one, but two jackhammers hammering away less than 12 yards from me. They really might as well be in my lap.
Needless to say, I am taking advantage off 2 for 1 happy hour.
