Posts Tagged ‘party

03
Jul
17

Welcome, July!

July is finally upon us and the month is off to a bang!

I purposely planned for May/June to be light and relaxing. It definitely had its moments, but getting sick was not planned for. Luckily, I am finally on the mend. It is a good thing, too, because this week is not gonna give me any breaks.

I am excited for this week. It is jam packed full of fun and it is much needed.

Monday: A regular work day (may be cut short as I doubt anyone will answer my calls), my final class begins and I am hoping to return to the living and reconnect with my best friend for Monday Margaritas.

Tuesday: Volunteering at the fireworks stand and then a family cookout

Wednesday: My kiddo’s bday! I am working from home, playing chauffeur and hosting festivities in the evening

Thursday: A night out with my mom and sister!

Friday: A quiet night at home

Saturday: Fairystone State Park with family and friends

Sunday: Road tripping to take my youngest daughter to stay with family in NC (I love road trips!)

No more time to be sick! This week, I take back some of my life. I purchased breakfast and snacks for work, meal planned for evenings we were home, and will try my hardest to get in some exercise-it is time to start working on myself again. With any luck, the rest of the month will be productive while being just as full and fun!

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04
Mar
13

More Than They Bargained For

I wrote recently about guilt over being mean to my new next door neighbors after I fussed at them and threatened to call the police if they didn’t tone it down.  We are in the city and we only have the width of my driveway and a foot or two on each side between our houses; our houses are old and I can hear every sound they make, especially when they are partying.

After our first run in, things seemed to improve.  They still had gatherings, but kept it down in the evenings.  However, Larry did have to go over one afternoon and ask them to turn down their music while I was at work.  I found it pretty funny.  They had all of their windows open on a cold day; I am pretty sure they were airing the place out for a visitor.

Honestly, I don’t care if they play their music loud during the day.  I had a rock band next door for a while.  Really, I am okay with it at night, within reason.  What kills me is the yelling outside.

Friday night, the kids and I were out until close to bedtime.  When we got home, I noticed that they neighbors had some people over, but they were inside and it was all quiet on the home front.  The kids went to bed, and I followed shortly thereafter as I really wasn’t feeling well.  Larry came home after I went to bed and planted his rear in front of the television until he became tired.

I heard a few voices outside wishing someone a happy birthday before I finally fell asleep.  It wasn’t terrible, so I let it go, plus it was pretty early-maybe around 9:30ish.

A few hours later, I woke up to racket outside.  Larry had apparently heard it as well and looking out the window.  He had been checking things out for a few minutes before I woke up.  He informed me that the neighbors had been using our drive as their go between and he had counted at least thirty-five party goers coming through.

As usual, there was hooting and hollering from the drunken boys and provocatively clothed, loud mouthed, intoxicated girls.  I was ready to head over to threaten calling the cops again when I noticed that the boys were using my privacy fence as their own personal urinal and throwing cigarette butts into the flowers that bordered the fence.  Then, Larry spotted on peeing out the window facing my house.  It was that moment when I decided that I was not going to go over and make idle threats; these kids were out of control.

I phoned the city’s non-emergency number and they said they would send someone out.  Then, we waited.  I started to worry that I had over reacted for a moment or two, thing got quiet.  It would only last a minute or two and then it would erupt again.  Even during the quiet times, the party was going strong.  The boys never close their blinds, so I was able to watch the entire pill popping and bong hitting extravaganza that was taking place.

Eventually, a cop appeared.  He parked a couple of doors down and I guess he followed the noise because he went through the driveway to the back where the boys congregated.  He stopped some boys that were leaving and asked them how old they were and who was driving and told them to get lost.  He then started talking to the guys in the back and telling them all to go their separate ways either on their own or with a designated driver.

News spread of a cop in the back fast.  One of the boys that live in the house consented to the cop coming in and taking a look around.  As he entered the back, the party goers exited the front.  It was a sight to see.  Girls were throwing on shoes, sweatshirts, etc.  The scantily clad ones ran car to car looking for a ride, and probably for warmth-they had on less clothes on a cold February night than I wear in a swimsuit.

Things started to die down and I headed to bed thinking the event was over when the voices started rising in the back again.  It took a minute to register, but it was the cop yelling at the boys that remained.  He was telling one in particular to calm down.  The next thing I knew, the cop was heading to his car, with a boy in handcuffs.

The cop went to put the boy in the car but stopped suddenly and had him sit on the curb.  He put on gloves and poured water onto the boy’s head.  A few minutes later, an ambulance arrived.  Then two more police cars.

The remaining party goers should have stayed put.  They were extremely intoxicated and came out into the front yard.  One of the boys that remained started walking towards the cop and his friend and was told to stay back.  He headed back in the direction that he came from, but apparently was too drunk to tell he went to the right house and planted himself on my porch.  He swayed back and forth just sitting still and tried to call for a cab.  Moments later, his friends saw he was at the wrong house and persuaded him to go back to the duplex.

Eventually, the cop took the boy away and the drunken few that remained went inside.  There they remained until some point the next day; I had an engagement and had to be gone the next morning before they woke up.  Despite the fact that I asked to remain anonymous and didn’t turn on any lights throughout the ordeal, I was a little worried that there might be some retaliation since I had threatened to call the police previously.  Thankfully, my car and house was intact.

There was no party on Saturday.  I didn’t see anyone coming or going as I worked in the yard Sunday.  I still hate being that neighbor, but I cannot imagine that my saying anything would have made a difference.  Luckily, I don’t see or hear much out of them during the week; maybe I will get lucky and be able to avoid them until they forget about the birthday party that was more than they bargained for.

02
Feb
13

The Cranky Neighbor

Every neighborhood has one; the cranky neighbor that peeks out their window to see what is happening and fusses over excess noise.  Tonight I realised that I have become the cranky old lady next door for my street.  I really tried not to, but it happened.

We live next door to a duplex.  It is privately owned but a management company takes care of finding the renters.  It is a revolving door with most renters lasting less than a year for one reason or another.  Usually, I am friendly with the neighbors, but keep to myself.

About a month ago, we got new neighbors-a couple of young boys.  Shortly after moving in, the parties started.  The first few were pretty quiet.  Then, a week or two ago, there was a knock at the door.  They were preparing for a throw down and wanted to give us their number in case they got too loud which I appreciated.  They were fine and they kept it down.

Tonight was another story.  I had to go out at 9pm to get my teen from a field trip and noticed that there were a lot more cars around than usual, so I knew a party was in the works.  It was about 10pm when they started to get on my nerves.  I noticed it first when the dogs started barking at something on the street when they went out; I looked out the window to see four teenagers coming through my front yard laughing and ready for a good time.  They stopped just short of knocking on our door.

A little time passed, their music got louder which I can handle.  But then the girls started screaming.  I could not tell if they were playing or if there was drama going on out on the street.  Either way, I had kids trying to get to sleep, so I stepped outside onto my porch debating on if I should go next door.

About the time I stepped outside, a boy came out of the duplex.  I got his attention and let him know that they needed to keep it down or I would be calling the police.  He quickly said, “Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as I got back inside, I started having guilt over saying anything.  Mainly because Larry said we could expect my car to be egged soon.  Then, there was a knock at the door.  The boy came over to apologize and to make sure we were good.  He had sent all of the people away which made me feel guiltier; he does seem like he is trying to be a good neighbor.   I really wasn’t trying to be a kill joy; I just want my kids to be able to sleep in peace.

Now, I have a decision to make.  Part of me wants to say something and let them know that I wasn’t trying to have them end their party, but just keep it down.  The other prefers to remain the cranky old lady.  Decisions, decisions.