You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Last night, I came home and I was feeling pretty good. Caliope's eating. She's not squirting from every orifice anymore, and I could finally wash weeks worth of nasty off my couches.
Around 9pm as I was settling down for a nice episode of House. I hear an inordinate amount of noise. I had heard it building, but I just figured the neighbor kids were doing their pre-sleep laps around the hallway. A half an hour goes by and it's actually getting louder, with screaming and music. At that point, I go outside and yell down the hallway at the people congregated in the hall - "Do you think you could keep the screaming down?" Their response, "Yea, keep the noise down." The noise continues, and builds. I call my management company. I tell them this apartment is unlivable. I call 311 and make a noise complaint.
10pm: I bring the dogs outside to find out...THEY ARE HAVING A FUCKING PARTY IN THE HALLWAY. That's right, in the hallway. Not in their apartments, in the hallway. It's 10pm, they have 20 people crammed outside the elevator with plates of food and children on the floor. Music is blaring, they even put up balloons!
I see my super in the lobby, and I'm near tears at this point. He says "Hi Kathy!" I say "THEYAREHAVINGAPARTYINMYHALLWAYWHATAMISUPPOSEDTODO!?!?!?!" He says, "Ok, I call boss," and goes inside. I walk the pups quickly and go back upstairs. I call Jarett and scream a little to get it out of my system, and then I call the police AGAIN. They said they would call someone, but when I crawled into bed around 10:45 I still heard them. I'm calling my management company today. Why am I paying rent???