It was a Friday evening. All was well in the Lowe household. Or so we thought.
It was the night before the Iowa State football game and the University of Iowa football game, and it's a big deal. Many people get drunk here, and they were especially drunk on this night, apparently.
Andrew and I went to bed around 11 or 12 Friday night. We were both very tired and fell asleep almost instantly. At about 2:30 AM, however, I was awakened by a loud BANGING on our front door. I woke up Andrew, and he went over to the door to see what was going on. I for sure thought our apartment was going to be broken into, and we would get shot, or something horrible. While Andrew was brave, I just stayed in bed in shock.
Andrew asked them what they wanted, and they said, " Really?!" YES really! What are you doing at our door?! (That's what I thought.) After a while of banging on the door, they moved onto ringing the doorbell for a while. And it wasn't just ringing it every minute, it was every second.
After about 10 minutes, I think they either realized that a) They were drunk and didn't know where they were b) Someone who used to live in our apartment doesn't live here anymore or c) They were bored.
In any case, I'm really glad they finally left. Andrew and I didn't really sleep very well after that-- I was SO scared! When we woke up in the morning, I thought that it was all a dream, because it was SO bizarre. But it wasn't, it was very real.