Noise: Loud noise. Boy noise.
I wake up and stagger around to find the phone, finally figuring out that you had to dial 88 for the front desk (seriously? 88?).
Front Desk: Good morning, how may I help you?
Me: There are people talking. Behind my head. Close to the elevator. And they're loud.
Me: Not angry loud, more like happy loud, but I'd rather they not be.
FD: Absolutely. I'll send security right up.
I'm glad I knew he said "Good Morning," because it was still dark so it must've been at least after midnight. It would've been terrible if it were only 10:35. After all, we did go to bed before 10!