Out with the old, in with the new. Only this time, I hope the new is a little quieter.
The bar/Mexican restaurant two floors below our apartment closed several months ago, and in the last couple of weeks the work has been fast and furious to turn it into a seafood restaurant. Hopefully not a bar/seafood restaurant, but I can't yet be sure.
The space sat empty the entire summer, and that made for some enjoyable, comparatively silent nights. There were no drunk couples breaking up under our bedroom window. The car that inevitably had to warm up its extremely loud engine at 4 a.m. at least a few times a month never made an appearance. We knew we wouldn't have to pay for warm and breezy summer days with loud and drunken crowds at night.
Lately we've had to deal with a new sort of noise: construction. The drilling (or welding, or something loud involving power tools) was so intense that it shook our bathroom floor when I was getting ready for work one day last week. But the work always stops before I get home in the evening, although the holes in the brick walls keep growing and growing.
I'm not sure when this new restaurant is scheduled to open, and I have yet to decide whether I'll give it a try. It might just depend on the behavior of their clients.