When my ex husband and were first married, I worked 11p-7a at the local hospital while he was in graduate school. We lived in a OK looking apartment that was about 15-20 to my work and to campus. Actually, it was in another town, but they butted against each other so you really couldn't tell the two apart. One note, I was trying to take a nap before work, but our downstairs neighbors had a party at the pool area that our apartment overlooked and it had spilled out all over the front of the apartment complex. Usual students, loud, alcohol, yelling and they had totally blocked my car in so I couldn't get out of the parki.g lot to go to work. I was pretty made and I knew I was going to be late, so I went back upstairs and told my husband my predicament. He came downstairs and we started to ask around about the owner of the car. Very difficult since everyone was hammered. Finally, we found the person and I drove to work. My husband was just as mad because he had class the next day. This was not the weekend. So when I got to work, I called the cops and told them there was an out of control party, with too many people, drinking, broke some pool equipment ( IDK if they did, but it sounded good) and to come quick because they were breaking glass bottles all over the parking lot. That was a no no, according to the rent agreement. My husband said the cops came, made the party stop, gave them a ticket for alcohol and disorderly conduct. They had come up to several apartments to confirm what was going on, trying to find the caller. Never had another party there again.