I think we moved next door to Animal House. No, not every day is this way, but Sunday afternoons in my mind are best enjoyed without a lot of f-this and f-that. I’ll cut the guys some slack, because I do vaguely remember what it was like to be young.
Last Sunday, there were at least 15 people over there, drinking around the swimming pool and being loud and obnoxious as I imagine college students are prone to being when they are away from mom and dad. They really didn’t swim, and I am thankful for that. I sneaked a peak over the fence and the water in that pool is murky, algae green. Not good. Poor husband can barely contain himself from going over and offering to clean it up for the guys.
My first house as a grown-up wasn’t a nice one bought by daddy or mom like the house next door. I got married after my freshman year, and my husband and I rented a second-floor apartment close to the University, which we furnished with cast-off second-hand junk. We were too busy studying, going to class and working work-study jobs to care much about the neighbors. But we did get to know them well enough to borrow a ladder to climb in the window the night we locked ourselves out. It is always practical to know your neighbors.
So, guys next door, party if you must—just have it wrapped up it before my bedtime. That’ll be about 10 p.m.
7 comments:
I am lucky that my extra noisy neighbours who had many parties have moved and been replaced with quieter people. I can put up with a fair amount of noise but when I can't even hear my TV then I blow my top.
I don't think bad language is necessary at any age.
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Sheila,
I know 'xactly what you mean ... We were subjected to such talk in a restaurant this past weekend. Some folks had a few too many margaritas and the language was similar to what you described here. Thing is, you'd think people would be a little more careful with their language in places where children are allowed, but no ... "f-this and f-that," every other word. It's really sad. Happens everywhere.
On another subject -- No one has guessed the location of the bridge yet ...
BFF,
Miss T
Jackie, I'm glad you got some quieter neighbors. I guess I'm pretty tolerant but if it becomes an every weekend kind of thing, I'd probably say something.
Miss T, people should be careful with their language when out in the public, but if they are all liquored up don't count on it.
And I really like the bridge guessing game. I haven't posted there since I don't want to skew the answers. Fun idea though.
That pool sounds gross, Sheila...I can't imagine have a sludge pond like that near me...they do start to smell after awhile.
That language is everywhere, whether there's liquor involved or not...I'm with you, Sheila...get to know your immediate neighbour and treat them like gold, if you can...you never know when you might need a helping hand!
It's just more pleasant to know the people you share a neighborhood with in most cases. We have only had one set of really awful neighbors and I mean contrary and down right mean ones. These guys--I can handle.
I'm sure that Scott is avidly learning the lingo from them, so as to be better prepared for college life. :-)
Jay, I recently was informed that he has already received quite an education on that front courtesy of his elder brother.
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