Luis’ over at Ginza Style celebrated his 23rd birthday this weekend. I planned a surprise retro Playboy-themed birthday party complete with raunchiness and mayhem.
At 3am, the downstairs neighbor decided to call the cops which delighted me to no end since, really, what’s a party without a little law enforcement?
I didn’t live in the apartment in which I had planned the party but as the hostess, I felt obligated to defend our right to party.
“Do you live here?” The cop interrupted me as I was explaining how RIDICULOUS it was to involve an officer for such a simple matter.
“No,” I started to say, but the officer didn’t let me get far.
“Be quiet and mind your own business. You don’t know if this man has service to go to in the morning.”¹
I decided I would be quiet because he had a gun and all I had was indignation.
1. I would also like to point out how his remark doesn’t make any god damn sense since minding my own business would include not knowing anything about a stranger’s morning routine. But he who holds the handcuffs can say whatever he damn well pleases.
I'm MC, a twenty-something 