Long night last night. Natives restless. Drums loud, all night long. Parking lot funsies all night long. Po-Po refused to do anything all night long.
Catch you all later.
The musings & rants of 3 retired military (2 USAF, 1 USN), 1 former WSO, and 1 AF brat. Old AF Sarge, Juvat, Tuna, LUSH, and Beans.
Be safe, Beans!
ReplyDeleteI will be. No stupid Beans tricks. Especially with Mrs. Andrew watching. Though some funtoys were at the ready in case the need to play arose which fortunately didn't.
DeleteThe combination of stupidity, alcohol and The Devil's Lettuce makes for a very bad combo.
Landlady informed. Landlady very angry at the residents and their 'guests' and at said po-po. Landlady very scary when very angry. Landlady is one of those people who gets very quiet. Landlady issued notice to GTFO to one resident involved already. Waiting to see what other fallout occurs.
And a fun time was had by all!
ReplyDeleteIdjits like that, when asked to please tone it down, often get belligerent. Way back in my college days I had some neighbors who were being Very Loud Very Late at night. I staggered over and informed them that I was trying to get some sleep, as I had to be up Very Early. A d that I too could be Very Loud, but at 4 in the morning. I only had to make good one time.
One time, a couple years ago, Mrs. Andrew was sick as a sick dog for over a day. Comes 2pm-ish, and suddenly we were being bombarded by a vehicle trying to be shaken apart by too much bass and too much volume of some too much noisy 'music' (and I use that term loosely.)
DeleteSo I venture outside to take the dog to potty and said noisy vehicle is trying to shake itself apart directly across the parking lot from us. Vehicle was unoccupied, so I went over to the apartment that was in front of the vehicle so I could peacefully lodge a complaint. Almost get there and door to the apartment open and, yes, the resident of the apartment and the driver of the car come out of said apartment after making a sell and a buy at said apartment's alternative pharmacy (if you know what I mean.) Apparently driver wanted to 'hear' his tunes while in the apartment with the door closed. Of which he succeeded. As everyone in a 10 block radius was able to share his 'music' about farming implements and soaked cats (hoes and a word starting with 'p' that stands for kitty-cat.) (No, not joking, and me very sensitive to bass tones and people caterwauling somewhat off key.)
I ask said two rakes if, possibly, they could turn said noise down because my wife's been sick for days and she just finally has started getting some sleep. Politely, followed by a thank you.
Apartment dude said "Okay." Driver acquiesced. I said, very politely, "Thank you." Turned, started walking away.
I hear a car door open, volume suddenly goes from 'elephants singing death metal' to 'the planes of Hell are very noisy today' and driver starts mouthing off about how he has rights and he can do whatever he want and no 'word for a saltine' is going to tell him what to do.
I stop walking away. I slowly turn my body while turning my head a bit faster. Kind of like a tank rotating its chassis while rotating the turret at the same time.
Something in my eyes told driver dude that this was not the day for hijinks, fun, peaceful debate amongst people. And I said, "I did ask nicely and said thank you."
Driver and vibrating car left in a nano-second.
Sometimes I can just project deadly intent and no-copulations-to-give without working at it.
Wife was proud of me. The then-current landlady heard it all and apartment dweller was asked to not renew his lease.
"no-copulations-to-give"
DeleteNow that's a nice turn of phrase! Thank you.
An old friend had a home a short distance across the lake from a group camping. Sound carries clearly across water. There, a rancorous party went loudly long into the small hours of the night. He didn't complain, just gritted his teeth and tried to sleep. Next morning, when it was just light enough to see, he decided his large lawn needed mowing. The grass was pretty wet, so he had to mow it twice.
ReplyDeleteMrs. Beans and I have never placed the speakers of our stereo system in the windows pointing out to the street and played an electronic version of "Carmina Burana" at full volume because the redneck feces-stealers across the way had been playing their horrid attempt at music so loud that I heard it at the front of the subdivision (and we lived on the far back end of said subdivision.) Allegedly.
DeleteWe won. Allegedly.
Sounds awful, Beans. Glad you are (relatively) okay.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I think there's hope for this nation. Sometimes, not so much. I briefly considered (not really) joining the festivities with my portable noise maker, affectionately known, as a nod to Bruce Campbell and the "Evil Dead" movies, my boomstick. The authorities, sadly, probably would actually respond to me making said noise.
DeleteLife is unfair sometimes. Sigh...
No sleep for the not so wicked.
ReplyDeleteJB
The thing is, thanks to issues with Mrs. Andrew, we are day sleepers. Oh, the shared hatred of the glowing orb of pain in the sky has something to do with it. So we have our apartment and our lives centered around sleeping when others are not. But 5AM in the morning?
DeleteOf course our city's noise ordinance says no loud noises after 11pm on weekdays.
Grrr.