Over the long weekend some of our neighbours had a shit-faced Jimmy Buffet sing-along. After eleven. With tambourines. And foot-stomping. Of course I documented it for the internet to hear. Who doesn’t love a little Jimmy Buffet? Us. After eleven. With tambourines and foot-stomping.
To give you some perspective, here’s an aerial shot of our neighbourhood. The upper arrow points to our bedroom window. The lower arrow points to the location of the party. A fair distance…these are not our next-door neighbours.
Other neighbours were having a little fire in their yard, which would be lovely if (a) it weren’t illegal and (b) another home within a hundred yards hadn’t been destroyed by fire just days before. Seriously, what are these people thinking?
And now, without further ado, here’s what kept us old farts up on Saturday night. Oh, you’ll need your headphones or speakers on.
Neighbours Whooping it up. from Amy Urquhart and Vimeo.
Wow. That IS loud. And rednecky.
Let the police sort it out?
Is that OUTSIDE? Please tell me that was OUTSIDE your home.
“Hello officer, I’d like to report noise pollution.”
Amy – that is HORRIBLE.
And I like Jimmy Buffet.
damn drunks. how rude. I’m an insane police tattletale. And vindictive. Need any help with retaliation?
I also would have called the fuzz. That is horrible.
Yeah, we did end up calling, actually. I’m just amazed that no one else seems bothered when this stuff happens (it’s not the first time). Graham shouted out the window at them once but to no avail.
There must have been lots of kiddies having trouble sleeping…
Good Lord. I’m with Moosh-in-Indy. I’m an insane tattletale, and this spring, I hooked the baby monitor to my pants and marched a cross the street over to the neighbours to break up a student-house end-of-term kegger.
I. Hate. People. Making. Noise.
Seriously. Shut up! Go sing in your rec room and let me sleep!
(I’m a little grumpy because a bunch of camp kids set up in teh classroom directly across from my office and have been noisy pests all day …)
I was going to accuse you of lying about the tambourine. I apologize.
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