The past two nights I've been serenaded to sleep by:
- One group of neighbors sitting on their back porch belting out Little Mermaid's "Part of Your World" at 12:30am. (I sang along.)
- Another group (with just their windows open) shouting "SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS!" every time someone else would sing their part of, "He lives in a pineapple under the sea..." This lasted for a good 10 minutes. This was around 1am.
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Drinking and being loud, lots of drinking and lots and lots of loud. (The Irish do indeed like to par-tay).
My neighbors make my apartment smell like pot and sound like a dance club and then get upset when we express that we are not fans of the smells and noises.
Our newest neighbors moved in (5 houses down) and have SEVEN cars, at least. Two are in the driveway and five line the street, often in front of our house (yes, 5 houses down). I believe they have one son, whose car is full of clothes and camo gear (I am hoping he is in the service) and then there's the creepy older guy that drives a beater of a toyota that won't make eye contact... Did they move all their relatives in or what??
how about our neighbor who yelled at mark when he looked in the general direction of her house, "PERVERT!" slammed her window and closed her curtains... this was after we had called the popo due to her blaring horror films at 3 in the morning...special lady...
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