We lived in the funnest house in college. Not that our house was the fun house (although it was quite fun on occasion), but we lived across the street from the fun house. The Lacrosse house, actually. Four very nice (mostly) boys who let us drink their beer, only hit on us in the very nicest of ways, and had killer parties with lots of good looking people.
As the boys became more well known, the parties ended earlier and earlier. Police kept showing up! Noise disturbance. The earliest was 11pm. So sad, but fun while it lasted.
The cycle of life continues. I woke up at 3pm to the noise I hate more than anything. That deep bass, boom boom boom, coming from down the block. Laughter, and perhaps an electric guitar.
This time, I called the police. The non-emergency number, of course.
How life goes on.
2 comments:
Ahh, yes. The glorious circle of life. Just know that you're not the only one doing that!
We did live in the funnest house ... and yes, how times change ... there's so many noises caused by neighbors that now drive me crazy.
I hope you were able to get a nap in after being woken up so early.
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