48-Hour Party Roommate
K moved into my 4-bedroom condo less than a month ago and is being evicted this month.
On Saturday, I came home at 6:30 p.m. from a friend’s house and found 20 people in my house dancing to techno music. Each was high on either GHB, coke, MDMA, ketamine, or a combination. I was asked multiple times if I “needed something” as a tray of various white substances and pills was placed in front of me. I was a bit stressed and needed to get out of there. I escaped to the park with my my dog to process what I walked in on. After an hour, I walked back home as I needed to speak with a few clients in Taiwan. When I went to my room, I found a girl passed out in my bed. I walked downstairs to the closest muscular man and politely asked him to remove the girl from my room.
On this day, one of the other housemates, M was away, and another, R, was hiding in his bedroom from the craziness. At a loss of what to do, I do my work and lock the dog and cat in my room with me. I spoke to K around 9 p.m. when he told me that everyone was leaving. At 11 p.m., he told me the same thing. At 12, R invited me to go out with him while he advertises for a club. We returned home around 4:30 a.m. The party was still going. I found K and told him he must remove everyone from the house and that I’m not comfortable with this many drugs and people (whom he just met the previous night) in the house. He told me that because he did the dishes that I should let him have his friends over. I attributed his apathetic response to him being high. Everyone left shortly thereafter to go to another party. A few days later, I explained why I was upset. He told me that his party was no different than when R and I have our three mutual friends over for cocktails as he ‘didn’t know them’. He didn’t understand why it was a bit dangerous to a woman to have 20 strangers drugged out in her home,
I found out later that that this party at my place was the after-party from their partying the previous night, They had gone straight from the after hours place to the rooftop of my condo building then into our home.
Don’t know what to do? Dude, you call the cops! They’re doing illegal shit in your home!
Who’s gonna wash the dishes now?
I would have called the cops, but I can understand you not wanting to.
And as @TheRestOfTheStory brought up, who will do the dishes now? That’s some demanding shit right there.
So, let me see if I got this right. Doing the dishes=having a wild drug party that lasts until 4:30 in the morning.
I don’t know what’s worse. K saying that doing the dishes, or when the OP has three friends over allows him to have 20 drugged up strangers in the house. To the OP, it’s very simple. 9-1-1.
some people are never happy, no-one ever hands me a plate of ketamine when i come home in the evening
I said it once I will say it again. A situation that can be solved with a heavy blunt object…
Sounds pretty simple to me. You give the druggies one chance and tell them to get out this very minute. If they’re not filing out the door within 5 minutes, you call the POLICE. Especially before the major parties start – the cops would have been thrilled to have such an epic party to bust.
Holy crap! How are you posting this from 1997???
speaking of 1997, i had neighbors like this in 1997. They moved into a basement apartment in our building and turned it into an after hours rave, complete with SOUND SYSTEM. Every day, from 1 pm to 4 am it was rave music so loud no one could do anything. Finally, one night, someone broke in and stole their sound system. We were constantly complaining to the landlord who said he would break their lease. But then there was a brawl outside involving drugs. Then they were thrown out, after six weeks. Their rich parents,who were paying all the rent and bills, got stuck with a huge repair bill….in just six weeks the place had been completely trashed. No one was sorry to see them go. Stupid little shits.
Call the cops. Solved. Sorry this happened to you, but it could have ended a lot earlier.