
I will be safely tucked away at work tonight avoiding any shenanigans having to do with nachos and tequila. Just FYI.
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I saw it coming for an hour. The neighbor right next door (not the sorority girls, the ex-football player) had some guests over. Two of the cars were parked in front of our house, one of which was actually in front of the driveway. You just have to imagine where we live. It’s not really a street, but a common driveway that all the houses share. Any miss-parked car is in the way… Anyway, when Richard finally got home he could not get into the garage without driving through the landscaping. Of course he was bitter. I expected that. I did not expect him to lay on his horn and start shouting. The ‘girlfriend’ of the week came out and apologized. She was going to move her car, but Richard sorta laid into her about respect and rules and police and stuff. (Well, we think it was her drunk ass coming over that woke us up at two in the morning!) She went in and got the ex-football player. My heart stopped as I stood at the window listening. I know. I am a wimp. So the man doesn’t actually come out (phew!) but he stood on his balcony and shouted down at my Richard. He started arguing with Richard about the security guards and how they told him it was us reporting him. That really bugs me. Those idiots should NOT share that information. That puts people at risk. As in WE people. The shouting outside continued. They got into respect, rules, contradictions, oil stains, property values, music at noon (?), and other crap until Richard finally came inside.
What a mess. I hate neighbor drama. Nobody wins. Now I am all nervous and stressed out about what the repercussions will be. I mean the man is huge, for one. Also I have found that angry neighbors just get louder and more obnoxious. What ever happened to the good old days. Remember? The days your grandparents would speak of? Back when you used to be able to run next-door and borrow a cup of sugar, use the phone, or get your ball out of their backyard? Nowadays it’s every man for himself. None of our neighbors speak to us or each other, other than to bicker about parking, just like it was when I was growing up. I have been more stressed and irritated by neighbors in my life than any other group of people. That just seems wrong. What if there was an earthquake and one of us was without water? Would we just continue to ignore each other or fight?
What a sad existence. I think I finally understand people that live on enormous farms with no neighbors for miles.
The ones across the street. They are going to be a problem. I can already tell. All four of them.
Richard told me that after being unable to back out of our garage due to their parking in the street he went over and introduced himself. Then apparently he told them about the parking challenges and towing and such. Hmm. Welcome to the neighborhood right? So tonight as I am FTPing a recent backup of my blog just in case and all, I could hear those girls outside. Good lawd they are loud! Was I that loud at that age? Anyway, one of them said in an obviously sarcastic and deep voice to her friend ‘If you are going to park here you need to pull in as far as possible.’ Then they all giggled.
I mean yeah, Richard should probably have not played Parking Police so early in the game. And yeah, I admit I am being paranoid. How the hell do I know what they were really talking about? Maybe it’s an inside joke about the friends inability to park correctly. But still.
My gut says that those girls are an issue. Sorority girls, condos, football players, and potential drug dealing mixed in with a few moody queens and noisy Bollywood parties?? This doesn’t bode well.
“Wrinkled, wrinkled little star... hope they never see the scars.” - Death Becomes Her
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updated: 08/28/2008 6:51 am