Keep It Down, You Punks!

[revena]

It's only a matter of time before I start wearing really unflattering housedresses and get even more cats... A couple of weeks ago, I gave a stern late-night talking-to to some college kids sitting on the front wall and gossiping late at night. And then a day or two later, I shouted at noisy middle-schoolers.

Just now, I got up from my comfy chair, where I was ensconced with my laptop and a bridal magazine (I'm getting addicted to these things - so fun to cut up for my "ideas" scrapbook!), put on my Birkenstocks, and trudged across the street to what has lately become the neighborhood party house. I let myself into the yard, walked up to the screened porch, and summoned the attention of one of the many very loud, very drunk young men playing ping-pong therein.

"I want to talk to someone who lives here," I declared, authoritatively.

I think they're probably good boys, at heart. They were all very polite - if smashed - and apologized for being so noisy, promised they'd go in the backyard, and said they hoped they wouldn't bother me again. I said I hoped so too. And then they all wanted to shake my hand and tell me their names (which I promptly forgot), and get my name again (I had introduced myself at the start of the conversation, as one does).

I dunno if their beer goggles were working overtime, and they've decided to shut up in order to impress the Neighbor-Who-Appears-Hot-Late-on-Fridays, or if they're worried I'll call the police, or if they genuinely don't mean to be such a nuisance and only need to have their obnoxity pointed out to them. Whichever it is, they're being reasonably quiet now.

We'll see how long that lasts.

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[revena.livejournal.com]

*nod* And I do think they just don't know how loud they're being. But the thing is that they are extremely noisy well into the early morning hours several nights every week, and often are shouting at each other in the afternoons, as well. It gets tiresome.