So I'm sleeping at my sister Kelly's house on Saturday night after hanging out with her hubby Jim and my boyfriend Steve-O. Before going to bed we were sitting in what Sue would call "the three seasons room." It was a nice night so some of the doors to the "three-seasons" room were open and we could hear you, the neighbor that lives behind them blasting music and just being loud, yelling etc. I assume it's teenagers, because no one else would be that obnoxious. I go to bed, and I can still hear the music in the spare bedroom. I doze off, and when I wake up it sounds like someone is blasting the tv in the family room as loud as possible. I listen a little harder and realize it's still you, the neighbors. This happens several times throughout the night...I wake up, I hear you, I contemplate calling the cops, I go back to sleep. The last straw was when I am woken up by "All the Single Ladies" at 6:30 in the morning. I storm outside and start staring over towards there house, but I don't see anyone. I go back inside and wake Steve up and tell him this has been going on all night. Steve, no stranger to having problems with neighbors, decides to take matters into his own hands. He storms over there and starts banging on the door. No one answers, he keeps banging. Finally you shut the music off, but still don't answer so he walks back. Then we see you come out the back door and start staring towards Kelly's backyard. So Steve walks back over there and starts yelling at you, and asking you to turn the music off. You then proceed to tell him that you called the police on him. That's right, you, the dumb bitch playing your music so loud that it sounded like it was coming from the TV in the house I was sleeping in, called the police on someone that came over to ask you to turn the music off. You tell him your sorry, you didn't realize he was a neighbor, you just though he was some "strange man." Seriously broad, it's 6:30 in the morning, you have been being loud and obnoxious all night, why do you think someone would be knocking on your door? You tell Steve it's your "girls night." Seriously who has a girls night until 6:30 in the morning? I am going to have to assume you were on some sort of drugs, that you thought it was okay to blast music until that time, and then call the cops because someone was knocking on your door. Next time you have a "girl's night" can you lay off the coke, and maybe turn the music down a bit?
Thanks,
Megan
Monday, September 6, 2010
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