Who Are the People in Your Neighborhood?

Normally I don't tell play by play stories in this venue, but I feel this needs to be parlayed into some semblance of a documented account.
I had to work late and was driving home around 9:30 when my normally reserved and homebody roommate Suz called to see if I wanted to go out dancing with her, along with dear friends Ellen and Liz. I was exhausted but it is my last weekend in Roch and felt I needed to seize the moment, a-la carpe diem. I said yes, even though the last thing I wanted was to do was anything that would increase the amount of time between that moment and my bed.
We went out around 11:30, somewhat indecisive about where to go, but ended up at Coyote Joe's on East Ave. After that initial awkwardness that comes when standing around a bar we made our way to the dance floor. I hate dancing about 99% of the time, and this was no exception. But I was in good company and was actually enjoying myself. Around 1am Suz says, "Hey, there are our neighbors," and I turned around to meet Nate and Jeff, the two guys who've lived in the apartment across from us since February but whom I had yet to actually meet. We chatted as much as you can on a crowded dance floor while Lil' Kim's "How Many Licks" is blaring, and Jeff announced his cousin works as a bartender nearby and if we went now it'd be free drinks for the night. Tired of the heat of sweaty bodies and the meatmarket it was becoming, we left. We all had great conversations with each other on the walk over and while there, and marveled that we had lived within 5 feet of each other and hadn't hung out earlier. After the stopover for free drinks the boys got a cab and we had our DD Suz drive us back to what was announced to be my going away party at the boy's apt. (En route to Suz's car, we met a rather sweet drunk boy who was refusing to get into his friend's car, and did our good Samatarian deed for the night) On the way upstairs we got Dan, the downstairs neighbor, to join us. With three of the four apartments in the same room, the inevitable bitching about Fanny and Joel (the boys tells us his name is actually Joe, but come on, Fanny and Joel sounds way better for that scary, spying duo) began, and then the cops showed up to tell us to be quiet. Mind you, at this point there are a total of 8 people in the apartment, with a light background music, and they called the cops. The officers were very nice, and thoroughly surprised to find out that 75% of the apartment building was currently in that one flat. So the music went off and we continued to hang out, laugh and have a great time. At some point we were in all three apartments, comparing carpets and wall colors and other grown-up sounding things. Liz and I ended up on the futon in my apt, having the customary heart-to-heart that seems to occur after every one of our evenings out and watching through the blinds as the sun rose.
It was one of those nights that's never expected but thoroughly enjoyed, and I realized I'm going to miss this place a whole lot more than I ever could have imagined.