You know I live in PB right? Well now you do. PB is land of the perpetual guy smoking a fat blunt in a car with another random guy

Place where girls walk around silly drunk.
Place where guys make loud laughing, belching, growling noises for no reason.
Place that combines Bars and Grills and cheap clothing (can't argue with that formula now can we?).

People are constantly telling me "you're going to have to move out of that PB place soon, because you're getting old (HOW OLD DO YOU THINK I AM?) and you have a baby now."

But I love PB.

Even though Friday night Baby and I spent locked down in our little apartment since Husband was out of town and the following things happened:

1. Some guy came knocking at the door but we didn't answer. "Shit, fuck, shit" whereby he knocked on our neighbors door and when neighbor opened the door he started saying something like "dude, man, hey, I need like 5 dollars, for gas, my car it's like, dude, out there and you know." And my neighbor said "Sorry" and shut the door. Then the guy started banging on my door again but we weren't going to open it, so he bangs, and bangs and mumbles "fucking people with their fucking who the fuck fuckity fuck fuck" and neighbor opens door again and goes "DUDE I don't think anyone is home, you should go." Guy banged on a few more doors and then spent a better part of the night walking up and down the street yelling random things at people.

Husband instructs us to lock the door.

2. Then as Baby and I are settling in to read a book we hear two girls yelling at each other. One girl screams "I don't wanna hear no shit from you!" and then we hear screaming and I look out the window to see two girls THROWING DOWN on the front lawn of our apartment building. We're talking full on Jerry Springer, someone is gonna lose a wig, THROW DOWN. My first instinct is to open the door and start yelling "FIGHT FIGHT!" or get out the camera to film it for You Tube... others decide to come out of their apartments and point wondering who's going to win. Fighting stops when one guy pulls them apart, girl ripped her shirt, guy from before starts yelling something random about how he needs gas money.

Husband instructs us to check the windows, recheck the locks on the door and turn out the lights.

3. Finally Baby and I settle in to bed. We're quickly asleep but I am woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of neighbor who BOOM, BAM, BOOM is thudding around his apartment. It sounds like he's fallen out of bed or something and I wonder if he dropped something (at 4 in the morning) when I hear the distinct sound of the poor guy yacking his guts up. Remember those days?

Husband decides that leaving us home alone is not a good idea and we need a dog or something.

I knew it was going to be a crazy weekend, it's St. Patty's weekend after all and we're talking about PB. I love it.

Baby didn't even notice.

My parents have already started looking for a new place for us to live.