Monday, February 28, 2005

February 28th, 2005

Dear Brooke and Brian,

Last night, between the hours of 11:00PM and 3:00AM, you woke us up at least 3 times.
Frustrated and tired, I came and knocked on your side door in hopes that we could talk about the current situation and maybe work out some solution. Needless-to-say, I was a little dismayed when Brian totally ignored me, walked out the front door, and drove away—consciously turning on his headlights after he pulled onto 200 South—refusing to acknowledge my presence on your doorstop.

It’s obvious that the two of you are working through some issues. And, it’s obvious that the two of you have been working through the same issues since you moved into this apartment complex more than 5 months ago! The walls and ceilings in this building are paper thin, and when the two of you shout or yell or stomp it reverberates through our entire living space! We are more acquainted with the two of you than you would probably want us to be. And we seem to get the best acquainted with you when we’re trying to sleep!

We want to work through this issue with you as smoothly as possible. We know that marriage is hard work, but, if the two of you continue to wake us up by defying Provo City noise ordinance with your loud bickering and fighting, we will have no choice but to go to the landlord and/or the local authorities.

We don’t hate you! This isn’t some sort of power trip fueled by some type of socio-political agenda; we’re just super tired.

Please, let’s work something out.

The Farringtons

Thursday, February 24, 2005

Our upstairs neighbors got a dog...
But, our fourplex doesn't allow pets. (No pets, no kids: It's specifically written on the contract.)
And, please remember that these are the same neighbors that we had to call the police on when they were killing each other at inner-ear shattering decibel levels at three in the morning a few months ago.
And, if you would kindly recall, these are also the same neighbors whose love life wouldn't be anymore mysterious if we, somehow, happened to find ourselves magically transported into the same room with them.
Needless-to-say, Ali and I have found the idea of turning them in to our new-and-improved landlord more than tempting.
However, since the dog has come, something has changed.
The fighting has stopped; the shouting has dwindled; and, the only sound is that of soft padded feet traversing the expanse of the ceiling.
So, we've reached a good place.
But once that dog starts barking...

Monday, February 14, 2005

Oh, the things you thought you left behind once you were married...

A few weeks ago, Ali and I were walking across campus when we ran into the Relief Society President from our ward. She's the nicest lady, er, girl, but, after some pleasant small talk she did something that totally stunned us.

She nervously began: "So, Spider-man 2 is playing at the Varsity and the volleyball team has a game this Saturday... Do you think you'll be able to go to one of them?"

We had just been asked out on our first "couple date," and, to tell you the truth, we couldn't believe it. You see, besides that fact that over half the ward had already tenatively asked us over for dinner but done nothing further than that, this was our first direct proposal since singledom. There are some things that you think you've permanently left behind once you're married, and here "awkward dating proposals" was rising from its semi-fresh grave.

"Um, sure," we both answered in unison.

Needless-to-say, Ali and I both found ourselves at the BYU volleyball game with a friendly Relief Society President and her--um, how should I say it?--polite husband. Although the evening was short-lived and pleasant enough--I only had to endure being called, "buddy and/or 'bud,'" less than a dozen times--, come to find out they both like International Cinema as much as we do.

We have a tenative second date for sometime around finals week.