Yesterday I began my very lovely evening with dinner and drinks with several of my lovely friends at Vickery Park. In case you are curious, which I reckon you are not, I had the mussels. They were, in fact, very tasty. I arrived back at home around 9:30 pm, when I promptly posted up on the couch with Paul to watch the season premiere of Greek. At about 10:30, I took little Paul out to potty. As I am standing there coaxing him to do his business, I hear a woman yelling, well almost screaming, some sort of nonsense from a distance. At this point, I was a little cold, and a little nervous that I was about to meet some crazies in the parking lot, so I ran back upstairs and locked the doors. (Sidenote: I have not been sleeping well for days because from time to time I am the victim of paranoia and I get nervous in the dark so I have to sleep with all the lights on. Yes, friends, I am afraid of the dark.)
So, It wasn't until almost four hours later, at 2:49am that I was jolted out of my slumber by several idiots yelling right outside my window. If you know me at all, you know I am certifiably crazy when I am woken up, so I was not too happy about this. Paul was pacing back and forth, so confused about what was going on. I was half asleep and bitchy. It was sooo early, yet so late. So I lay there for a bit just listening to the bull shit going on outside. I realized I should probably not get involved, just in case there was something violent going on down there. So, I just did the most effective thing I could, and hoped it would go away. About 15 minutes later, someone yelled at the idiots to shut up. About ten minutes after that, they did. This morning when I took Paul out there was trash all over the parking lot. I'm talking at least 7 Big Mac containers and McDonald's cups. Ketchup was everywhere. So, I'm thinking that some assholes had a huge party that started to get rowdy around the time I heard that lady screaming and ended with a blow out in the parking lot with a Mickey D's food fight at 2:49am. I would be lying if I said this was the first time I heard this. It happened once before this fall.
I love my neighbors. I love to chat with them about our Christmas decor, the new paint on our units, gardening, our pets, and the weather. I really enjoy seeing them on a daily basis. But, if I figure out who caused that raucous outside my window last night, they are going down. I'm talking no smiles from me when I pass them on my way to the dumpster. Seriously, who does that on a Tuesday?
Oh wait, I did...about six years ago in Norman, Oklahoma and about four years ago at the Gables. My how the times have changed.
I just love being old.
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