I know we live in a lively neighborhood. It is one of the reasons why we wanted to live in North Beach. I get it. We live near some really fun bars and are surrounding by a whole bunch of twenty something year olds. I guess we have just forgotten what it is like, between getting old, going to bed early and the quiet that came with the first few years of COVID. But the young kids are back in town and ready to party.
This past weekend, our newer neighbors reminded us of just how old we have become. On Saturday night, our partying neighbors work us up. To be fair it was only 9:30 (and yes we were already asleep) but I remember the days of having a few drinks with friends before going to the bars, so I wasn’t going to get mad, they should have some fun like we did.
The music was loud and, with our windows overlooking the alley and the echo effect of the nearby building, it was like we were at the party with them. But again I am not quite yet a curmudgeon and I figured it was just a pre-party before heading out. I even took the time to draft up a cute note to give them if the partying continued too many weekends in a row:
To our lovely
neighbors who love good music and socializing with their friends. Please
support your local bar by moving your party down the street earlier in the
evening. We have supported the bar scene for the last 20 years and are ready to
pass in the torch.
Your understanding but tired neighbors
As expected, they finally went to the bars at 11:40 (I would
have appreciated a little earlier but so be it) and I must have finally fell
asleep since the next thing I know I was woken up again at 1:50 to the pounding of
music. Cute notes and feelings of
nostalgia couldn’t save them…I was done.
I got out of bed, grabbed my plush bathrobe and put on, dear god I am embarrassed to say it, my bright blue crocs and walked over to their house. Can you just take a moment to fully embrace this moment. 15 years ago I would have been partying with them. Now I was stomping over to throw ice water on their fun with sleep in my eyes, no make up, dragon breath, rats nest for a hairstyle and wearing bright blue crocs.
I walked over, knocked on the door and prepared myself for the
confrontation, which went a little something like this:
Me: Please can you
keep the music down? It echoes really badly in the alley
20 Year Old Boy: Yes
ma’am.
Me: I normally wouldn’t
care, but it is 2am and I need to sleep
20 YOB: Yes, ma'am, sorry ma’am
for making you get out of bed
Me: Thank you.
I turned to head back to bad and upon seeing a few empty beer cans strewn across the alleyway and, in spite of myself, I turned around and said and can you please clean up those can sin the morning.
20YOB: Yes ma’am will do it tonight
What is wrong with me?!?
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