Your strangest night-time activity?

[Zulu Romeo]

Ever have the urge to do something completely different in the middle of the night when you should be sleeping instead?

I've had that this evening. I got back home after a busy weekend at work, settled in for the night... then felt a little peckish so went to the kitchen to make myself something in time for watching a recording of this week's episode of LOST... only to find that for at least the last 4 days my freezer door was wide open and the top shelf jammed open! Naturally, everything in the freezer that was no longer perishable was perished, and thanks to my absent-mindedness in not even sliding the shelf back in, ice had built up behind the shelf, rendering it uncloseable.

So instead of settling in for a night of LOST, I had the TV blaring out some Bette Midler movie while I frantically condemmed everything in my freezer, took out all the shelves (including the broken one), removed the dirty ice and soaked and washed the shelves, and, as I couldn't slide the shelves back in, removed all the contents of my fridge (a fridge full of condiments and no real food... destroyed by its own workaholic insomniac owner... ) and switched the whole unit off, in order to try and defrost the freezer so that the shelves could fit again (as hacking away with an ice pick was doing no good at all).


Anyone else got the Tyler Durden bug and ever got up to zany madcap things in the middle of the night when they really ought not to?


(By the way, I was going to say to everyone "don't try this at home", but I did try that at home, so that kind of defeats the purpose. )

((By the way, I did get to watch that episode of LOST in the end. It was invariably excellent. ))

 

[MetalPants]

I find myself wanting to do a lot of cleaning at night. Not just normal laundry and vaccuuming, I mean deep cleaning like steam cleanning all my carpet, dusting off fan blades, etc.

 

[RoJoHen]

I find myself wanting to do a lot of cleaning at night. Not just normal laundry and vaccuuming, I mean deep cleaning like steam cleanning all my carpet, dusting off fan blades, etc.

If I wasn't in an apartment, and I didn't have neighbors sleeping directly below me, I would do all my cleaning in the middle of the night.

I usually don't go to bed until about 5am anyway, so my night is filled with lots of abnormal activities.

 

[Australis]

My wife insists on doing the laundry late at night, but will not hang it out.

So I call myself the Midnite Hanger. I'll have to write a blues song about it one day.

 

[SicOne]

See the "what do you do with your porn?" thread. That'll leave ya with some vivid mental imagery that will take a few stiff drinks (no pun intended) to dispel.

 

[Jadzia]

Nothing in the middle of the night, but I can be quite productive around 9-11pm, whether it's cleaning cupboards or vacuuming, sorting out the recycling/bins, and sometimes a bit of baking.

 

[All Seeing Eye]

I can't think of anything for myself but my next door neighbour has been known to spark up the hoover at midnight or 1am in the morning to hoover up for half an hour.

 

[SicOne]

There are, ahem, certain sex toys that connect to the vacuum cleaner. If he/she is "hoovering" for a half-hour, either that apartment is spotless as the central lab at the Center for Disease Control, or they're using a very special attachment...

 

[SicOne]

And no, don't ask me for specifics. Just telling you what I have heard of.

 

[JoeZhang]

I have no neighbours so I can make as much noise as I like and have been know to have classical music blasting out at 3am if I am writing something or have had an idea I have to get down on paper.

 

[All Seeing Eye]

There are, ahem, certain sex toys that connect to the vacuum cleaner. If he/she is "hoovering" for a half-hour, either that apartment is spotless as the central lab at the Center for Disease Control, or they're using a very special attachment...

I once woke up about 3am to the sound of what I thought was a chimpanzee but I eventually realised it was the next door neighbour having sex.

 

[SicOne]

JoeZhang, I spent my formative years with my mother and stepfather on a large acreage in the country. One Friday night, while they were in Vegas, I was watching movies with the stereo (which was hooked up to the VCR) blaring and loving it. Then, without warning, a police cruiser spotlight stabbed through the house and lit me up. I hit pause and answered the sliding-glass door. Turns out the nearest neighbor, in her 70s, hard-of-hearing (or so I had thought), and a mile distant, turned me in, the deputy informed me.

 

[SicOne]

TachyonShield, er, with company, or without?

I had a particularly embarrasing moment in which a ladyfriend for the evening was making some racket which later prevented me from gettin' some from the hot redheaded neighbor who lived above me.

 

[All Seeing Eye]

TachyonShield, er, with company, or without?

With I would imagine. They're a young couple and have a small toddler.

 

[SicOne]

Now I'm picturing chimpanzee sounds, and jungle noises.

"KREEGAH! BUNDALO!"

 

[SicOne]

Uh, Tarzan reference, might be lost on some of our younger viewers...

 

[SicOne]

OK, so set the Way-Back Machine for 1989...I had a ladyfriend from work over; we had gone out to the bars and were pretty loosened up when we returned to my domicile, which was a second-story apartment. Susan, a proverbial smokin' hot redhead, lived upstairs but could hardly be troubled to give me the time of day. So I figured a little noisy companionship might get her to think about giving me a go at some point. A young lady at work who I was less than enthralled with but whom I had heard was fairly frantic in the sack had previously expressed some interest in me, and so I pursued that lead, ultimately ending up in my bed. Applying my skills and knowing Susan was home, I was hoping this was an investment that would later in the summer pay off, big-time. And for awhile it was working, and her moans built to a crescendo, and just when I was ready to send her over the edge, picturing Susan with her ear to a glass on the floor (and madly fingering herself), one of my plunges accidentally slipped out...and rammed right into the nether region. Before I could stammer out an apology, her outraged shrieks and exclamations accusing me of dubious parentage were punctuated with her slamming the apartment door and striding, still partially naked, into the parking lot, and still cursing up a storm. Lights came on all over the apartment complex.

Needless to say, I therefore never enjoyed the pleasures of Susan, and ever after she sneeringly gave me a wide berth every time I saw her.

 

[SPOCKED]

SicOne, try not to make a habit of triple posting. Use the edit function if you wish to add comments to your original post, instead. Thanks

 

[ITL]

Ever have the urge to do something completely different in the middle of the night when you should be sleeping instead?

I've had that this evening. I got back home after a busy weekend at work, settled in for the night... then felt a little peckish so went to the kitchen to make myself something in time for watching a recording of this week's episode of LOST... only to find that for at least the last 4 days my freezer door was wide open and the top shelf jammed open! Naturally, everything in the freezer that was no longer perishable was perished, and thanks to my absent-mindedness in not even sliding the shelf back in, ice had built up behind the shelf, rendering it uncloseable.

So instead of settling in for a night of LOST, I had the TV blaring out some Bette Midler movie while I frantically condemmed everything in my freezer, took out all the shelves (including the broken one), removed the dirty ice and soaked and washed the shelves, and, as I couldn't slide the shelves back in, removed all the contents of my fridge (a fridge full of condiments and no real food... destroyed by its own workaholic insomniac owner... ) and switched the whole unit off, in order to try and defrost the freezer so that the shelves could fit again (as hacking away with an ice pick was doing no good at all).

I once had a mad 1am fridge cleaning session - which I thoroughly enjoyed, BTW - that took place while I had one eye and ear on the Open University program on the telly.

(The program was about mathematical infinites presented in the form of Hilbert's Hotel, BTW. Most entertaining and informative).

And I ended up with a really clean fridge. Which was nice.

 

[SicOne]

Spocked, PM'd you if you'd check that out, please, but will be off to bed soon, will check back later tonight.