I live in a decent building on South and Barrington, supposedly occupied by professionals, older people, and mature students. So why the hell was I woken up at 3:30 am on a Wednesday morning by idiots on their balcony above me talking loudly and giggling incessantly? I'd like to say this is an irregular occurrence but it ain't. Apartment-living requires a lot of give-and-take, granted, but COME ON; do you really have that little concept of or regard for those above, below and either side of you trying to sleep in the middle of the fucking night?! It wasn't even a weekend! If you are on your balcony after midnight, take a second and think about your volume. We're not all fucking mid-week party queens. —John