We spent a good majority of the day at a friend’s house soaking up the rays and hanging out by the pool. When we finally arrive home absolutely exhausted we are immediately “welcomed” by the sights and sounds of the neighbors throwing a HUGE house party. Super explicit rap crap blaring at a volume out of this world, bounce house, people trying to talk (yell actually) over the insane music volume, the whole bit. It’s 9:00pm and I’m trying to put our severely over tired son to bed. Oh, and did I mention he’s also cutting bottom molars? My husband is beyond beat from the insane work week on top of getting up much too early for the first available tee time at a new to him golf course that was well over a 45 minute drive to get to. Justin’s Dad, who is in town visiting is beyond his limit for the day. Both of them are irritated but neither care enough to want to do anything about it.
Can’t find the number to the darn HOA to call in the noise complaint. Probably never even got the number from the property management company to begin with. Stupid property management company. I could go on and on about that headache too but I will save it for another day. And at any rate, between this HOA business and the property management company we have a snow ball’s chance in hell of getting any positive results in this or any other situation for that matter anyway. So here I am tired as hell, sweating profusely (per usual but I still can’t stand it), trying to unload the truck and unpack the cooler all the while trying to get Hunter’s cranky pants down for bed. As if my plate wasn’t already full I am also trying to get the dog calmed down. Between not being let out for a couple of hours on top of the chaos going on next door, Athena is wound up like a top. Poor puppers has probably been dealing with the chaos next door for quite some time now for that matter too. And I know it’s going to be up to me to try and hunt down a number for either the HOA or the local police department in the event this party doesn’t quiet down soon. All this while trying not to flip the “you know what” out at my dearest husband for plopping himself on the couch to relax completely oblivious to the fact that this rapid boiling pot of “I have had enough not only for the day but for the entire week” and am about to blow situation.
Semi-resolution to the insanity…make a STIFF cocktail, say goodnight to my dearest husband and father-in-law and setup my favorite chair by the pool, in the dark and write this stuff down because it will make a great blog post. So here I am, poolside, in the not so peace and quiet of my own backyard, “sippin’ on gin and juice, laid back…” DAMNIT!!! That super explicit rap crap blaring at a volume out of this world is some good stuff when you’re in the right mood. Brings back some pretty good memories from way way way back in the day. Solid Gold McDonald’s, classic car shows, Highway 100, crusin’ the strip and blasting super explicit rap crap the entire time. Ahhh! I’ll just kick back, relax, continue to sing along and take my own little trip down memory lane. Those stories for another time. Suffice to say that good times were had and forever friendships were made that’s for sure. Y’all know who you are. Smooches to each and every one of you!!!
For those of you who were along for the ride at that time in my life feel free to comment below with your favorite memory. For those of you whom I didn’t or don’t know feel free to share your favorite memory from back in the day or a noisy neighbor experience you’ve had.