enough to make me dread halloween

last night was blog-worthy.

apparently, our football team was tremendously successful against its opponents on saturday, and instead of holing up inside the bars until 2 am, people decided to congregate at their homes and booze themselves silly until 2 am.

and for some reason, they all seemed to think my apt was the place to be.

first, there was the woman who knocked on my door at 9:10 pm.

onna: is my cousin here?
mira: i have no company at the moment, and don't even know who you are.
onna: well, he was giving me directions, but as i pulled off of 50th, my phone went dead. he lives here, though.
mira: by 'here' you must mean the apt complex. no one lives here [insert gesture toward my apt] but me.
onna: he drives a white truck, do you know him?
mira: it's late. i don't know you or your cousin, and there are about 7 white trucks in this parking lot. try another door. i'm sorry.

then, there was the misdelivered pizza.

p.boy: uh, you ordered a pizza?
mira: ... no...
p.boy: this is ###, right?
mira: yes, and no pizza was ordered. i'm sorry.
p.boy: must have been your neighbors. [looks to me for confirmation]
mira: look. all i know is that i didn't order a pizza. from the sounds of it, somewhere in this apt complex there are three or four parties going on. try the loudest one first and work your way down.

of course, this wasn't the end of it. another well-meaning person came by to present me with my escaped cat.

catgirl: i think i found your cat. [holds up white cat]
mira: [looks back at living room, where charlotte is on the futon and festus is cowering behind a chair posed to bolt for the safety of the bedroom should the stranger enter the room.] both of my cats are right here. what does the tag say?
catgirl: just ###, and a cell number.
mira: hmm. well, this area has several different apt complexes, so it must be some other ###. did you try the number?
catgirl: uh-uh. i'll go do that. thanks!
mira: good night.

the fourth knocker isn't someone i can blog about much, because it was 11:15 by this time, and i decided not to open the door. s/he was persistant, but gave up when i yelled 'go away, you've got the wrong apt' through the door.

after this one, i gave up on getting any work done at all and just turned the lights out to go to sleep. amazingly, no one bothered me at all after the lights went off. perhaps the lights sent a signal that i was receptive to people coming by to knock on the door late on a saturday night.

all i know is that on halloween, it will be interesting. that's a wendesday, and i'll have class until 9. but also, when i get home, there will be work to do. last halloween, i had the evening free and just kept the lights off while i watched movies. no one came up looking for candy. this time may be different. i'm thinking a note on the door might help: "no candy here."