I don't know if I've turned old and crotchety or if the there's a squatter throwing neighborhood parties in empty houses every other night, but something has got to give.
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| I do not want to salsa all night! |
Currently, I am jamming to the music of our neighbor, having endured this for almost six hours (it's almost 1 a.m.). There is no talking at this party -- just yelling, as the music is too loud for regular conversation, even at my house. Okay, yes, I exaggerated the last part of the last statement. However, if I walk outside, I'm not exaggerating a bit.
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| Here, kitty, kitty. I SAID HERE, KITTY, KITTY! |
I hate calling the police, but really, what choice do I have? Get up at 5 a.m. and return the favor? I know the police have more serious things going on, as noted by the time it has taken them to respond. It's been almost an hour. Not holding anything against them, but I would love some rest. Our 'quiet time' is supposed to be from 10 p.m. to 7 a.m. Fat chance.
Fat, I say!!
Am I the only person with this problem? Are my walls too thin? Am I, indeed, crotchety? Oh, the shame.
On a happier note: It's 1 a.m. and all is quiet. Bless you, boys and girls in green. Bless you!
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Old and crotchety? No. Let's just say you aren't 20-something anymore and wondering why you weren't invited! You have matured beautifully and along with that comes an appreciation for keeping your ear-drums intact, as well as getting a good nights rest.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. All of that is the truth. Incidentally, they didn't actually end the evening at 1 a.m. They scream-talked until 4:30 a.m. Mmmmm, delicious. I was still up at 6:30, contemplating morning clarinet screeches or parking the vehicle close by and setting off the alarm. In all my maturity, I just went to sleep...finally!
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