You can tone it down.
Getting lucky? Yay! I’m thrilled for you. I’d love to hear all about how happy you are over coffee tomorrow. I’d prefer not to hear the actual act at 8am at a fucking LaQuinta. I have children to entertain at 11, 1 and 3:30 for the love of pete and believe you me I’d rather be in your position. But I’m not, so let me sleep. Does it make it any less fun if you don’t shout “Oh Reggie”? In short, getting laid? Mazeltov. Leave your neighbors out of it til after the continental breakfast is closed. Today remind yourself: I can tone it down.
