Neighbors having a party at 3AM #Harley #Drunk #Neighbor

 I read another blogger post about having to deal with noisy neighbors and it made me think of a time when I had the same situation. There is nothing like not getting enough sleep when you have to go to work the next day.

 I was still married at the time my husband was a manager at a telecommunications company and had 2 company phones, a personal phone a pager, yes I said pager and a laptop. Since they went off 24 hours a day outside noises should have not bothered me.

 I was having a good dream,  I was in the shower with Antonio Banderas and he was just about to wash my back when I heard the sound of Harley's being revved up. Dam it! Oh the irony I can't even cheat in my dreams. I looked out the window and saw the neighbors lights on and the sound of expletives and laughter came droning in with lightning speed. My husband now awake came over to the window too. He reached over and grabbed  the phone calling the neighbors. I heard him say "Hey, can you tone the noise down the kids are sleeping and we have to work tomorrow". I heard on the other end my neighbor telling my husband to fuck off and slam the phone down. My husband re dialed and this time he said he was calling the cops, the neighbor replied with "Go fuck yourself" and hung up a second time. I have to admit it was kind of funny but I did have get up in three hours and being a working parent of two children I am already sleep deprived. I started to get on my slippers.

 My husband at this point is turning on the bedroom light and re dialing the the phone for the third time. This time I heard him say, "Hey this is your neighbor, can you tone the noise down we have to work". No response just a dead line.

 I proceeded to put on my fuzzy slippers and walk through the yard over to the neighbors house. When I got there they had the bikes outside revving them up and hollering. When they saw me they all catcalled like I was a long lost relative and told me to come in and join the party. I shouted at them that I was not there to join the party that I had to fucking work the next day and I can't sleep with all the noise going on. You could hear a pin drop except for the really drunk guy that was laughing in the corner. I looked up at 5 or 6 ( I can't remember) men shooting eye daggers at me and their expression spoke for itself. I backed away to the door and told them to keep it down and slammed the door on my way out and where is my husband? yea, like he is a black belt and he can't defend his wife. Just like a man.

 I went back to the house fuming and had thoughts of actually calling the cops. My adrenal glands were pumping so I know I couldn't go back to sleep. I went in the bedroom, my husband already sleeping, and looked out the window. I saw the cars leaving and thought I would lay quietly for a while and calm down when I heard my neighbors truck start and saw the headlights going down the driveway. I said aloud " Oh hell no you just didn't".

 I put the fuzzy slippers back on and jumped in the car and followed my neighbor. I knew where he was going. When I pulled into the store he was already inside, buying more beer and cigarettes no doubt. I stood at the door arms crossed and tapped my foot. I asked him what the hell he was doing, to get his ass in his truck and get back home. he looked at me and said "Awe, come on  you were young once too." I said back "Dad, get in the truck and go back home, now." He did what I asked I took his car keys when we got back home and told him go to bed.

 Yes, my dad is my neighbor. I can look back now and laugh, sometimes I think the apples didn't fall to far from the tree but having kids changes a person. Sometimes I feel like I have another child in him. Maybe he needs a time out.