Man, this is making me flash back to the 70's, when I shared an apartment with a girl who worked as a waitress. She'd get off work at midnight or whatever and sometimes bring people back to the apartment to listen to records and play poker.

Sometimes I'd lie in bed and fume, and sometimes I'd get up and throw on some clothes and join them.

So, it's nothing new. And people who are intent on having a good time don't tend to think of those who are trying to sleep. :-/

Lack of sleep can make me really cranky. *pets you*