Sunday, September 6, 2009
Neighborhood aka Party Central
Right now there are two houses across the street from Jeff and I having parties. The house across from us has a steep driveway that ends right in front of our house. Or to be more exact, right into Nathan's room. This makes me kind of nervous since these parties include drinking. Quite a bit of drinking. Granted, Nathan sleeps in our room right now (in a co-sleeper next to our bed) but his nursery is right next to the street. Not really a big deal since we live on a private road with mostly families. But across from us is Party Central and there's a couple of guys who live there that throw loud get togethers. (Let's not forget Disco Ball Fred who lives on our other side, but he's been pretty quiet lately since getting a girlfriend). And right now there is loud music, drinking, and lights. Nathan is passed out upstairs in our room and I have the air conditioner running to help drown out the noise, but I'm pretty ticked off. This is a residential neighborhood. A residential neighborhood with families. On one side of us is a family with 4 kids, and across the street is a family with 2 small kids. At the top of our hill is another house with 2 kids. So it's pretty family oriented and I don't know what would possess single men to buy homes in this neighborhood. And personally I think it's pretty disrespectful to have loud music going on at all hours of the night. It's not like these guys don't KNOW there are small children living near them, so I just don't get it. Anyway there's no real point to this post other than I'm irritated and it's making me want to move Nathan's crib into our room to keep in safe.
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So that party went on until 3am, but the fun side to this story is that one of their drunken idiot friends flattened their mailbox at some point. Flattened...as in a pancake. Now the thought that this person was out driving afterwards isn't pleasant, but there was one tiny beam of light in an otherwise annoying evening.
The people behind us used to have pretty loud parties as well before they had a kid of their own. Alli's room faced their yard and I always thought she'd be woken up by their loud carrying on, but she never was. However, this is the child who had to learn to sleep through the barking and howling of the World's Loudest Dog, so maybe that was it. Plus, no one ever got "Flatten the Mailbox" drunk at these things either. If Alli had ever been woken up I probably would have said something to the neighbors (when they were sober), but she was fine.
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