Old friends & a new apartment

Such fun should be illegal

I'll keep this story short and sweet. It starts with two people who met in college, dated almost 6 years (!), and finally moved in together. Our apartment is coming together, we had friends in from out of town, so we felt the time was right to have a housewarming party. 

I made sugar cookies and my go-to brownies, mango salsa, curry chicken salad, and pasta salad (recipe coming soon!). Friends from college and beyond showed up bearing delicious beer, treats, and party records for our newly acquired turntable. There was lots of laughter and spirited conversation — and then the cops showed up. Pounding on the door. At 10:30 PM on a Friday. Noise complaint. No really.

Not surprisingly, the officers could see that we posed no threat. If they had questioned us further, I would have asked if they cared for some brie and fig jam to go, and that surely would have secured our innocence. We were just a bunch of old friends catching up — how dare we! But as one officer put it, "It's an old building, the windows are open, and sound travels in this little village." Absurd and disheartening though the entire situation was, I'll try to look on the bright side: We're so Kevin Bacon in Footloose, amiright?

My amazing friends quieted right down and leapt into action, packing up all the food and clearing away dirty plates in preparation for our mass exodus to a bar across the street. They really are a wonderful bunch. Which is why I'm thrilled we at least got in a couple of ace group shots of the Marquette alums before the buzzkill came. Then again, that noise complaint — whoever you are — gave us a story and something to eventually laugh about; they can't say we don't know how to throw an eventful party. Here's to many more!