Good Times

So I was on my way home just a few minutes ago. As I approached the front door of my building, I heard what could have been a bird calling in the night. I listened more closely and discerned that it was actually a series of rhythmic grunts made by a soprano, female voice. I thought it must be a movie on in the apartment on the second floor. Then I listened even more closely and figured out that no, it was not a movie at all.. it was LIVE ACTION. You know what I'm talkin' about! So I crept inside and around the corner to the door of the apartment I thought the sound was coming from.. turns out it was, and they were still going at it, whoever they were and whatever they might have been doing (more accurate might be "however they might have been doing it"). Rhythmic grunts. No discernible male accompaniment (maybe she was flying solo?), but it was clear that whoever was in there was having a rollicking good time. The lights were off, of course, and I have a feeling they had no idea just how loud the noise actually was. Then again, I'm sure it was the furthest thing from their minds. The walls aren't exactly paper-thin, either, just to give you some idea of what was happening. I thought for sure that she was about to have a Meg Ryan "Sally-esque" moment before too long, but I decided not to hang around.. letting whoever was in there enjoy the moment without eavesdropping to excess. I slowly made my way up the stairs, pretending I was hiding from them, even though I wasn't really

I'll tell you this much: my Tuesday night seems REALLY boring compared to what was going on in there!!