I should have never written that post the other day about my neighborhood's "Cousin Eddie." I should have known that, by doing so, something else would happen, and it did. This time my National Lampoon moment came not from Boxer Boy but from the neighbors next door. They threw a party that started mid-afternoon Saturday and did not end until the wee hours of Sunday morning.I wouldn't have had a problem with the party if they had bothered to keep it inside. However, they did not do so. Instead, they propped open their front door, turned their stereo up as far as it would go, and moved the grill, a fold-up table, their food, and alcohol to the front yard. Then they invited everyone in our subdivision and surrounding subdivisions to join the festivities but me. Nice, huh? I had random, drunken strangers and screaming children wandering through my front yard all night long. At noon yesterday, eight or nine cars were still parked on both sides of the road in front of my and the neighbors' house. I half expected to see toga-wearing frat boys passed out between those cars, but I didn't. I guess they managed to keep the sheets, but not the party that went with them, inside.
Did I mention that the people holding the party are a 30-something couple with at least three kids? No? Well, they are. Now I don't about all of you, but my mother never threw a party like that when I was those kids' ages. I don't think that she has ever thrown a party like that period. I guess that explains why I never went around disrespecting adults and damaging other people's property when I was a kid, but the children in this neighborhood do it everyday. After all, they're just emulating their parents' behavior. If their parents have no respect for their neighbors' property, freedom of movement, sleep, or hearing, why should they?
I also find it terribly ironic that the homeowners' association thought my "for sale" sign brought down home values, but they had no problem with blaring music and an all day, front yard, beer fest, something that was far more likely to scare away potential buyers than my measly, Coldwell Banker sign. I guess that means the board members made the invite list. Give the HOA a beer and a hot dog, and you can do what you want. Stay inside your house, and be forced to follow the rules.
I just so love this neighborhood. I'm going to miss it so much when I move...
Okay, now I'm choking on my own sarcasm.
