Monday, May 22, 2006

Grand Royale

Within the last few months, a group of mid-20's single Mexican guys moved into the house across the street and to the left. I would say there are 3-4 guys. The woman who lived there before was very quiet, but loved to spy on people out her front window.

The new guys love to play their Musica. Loud.

At 2:00 am this morning, I was awakened by the noise of Musica; so loud that it was like I was listening to it on my own stereo, only our doors and windows were tightly shut. I got up, looked through the blinds and saw 2 of our neighbors, standing by their car, admiring it. The car doors were wide open. Remember, this was at 2:00 am. I groped through my closet, pulled on a dress, and marched out into the street barefoot. By this time, they were sitting in the car with the windows rolled up.

I walked up to their car (the driver turned to see me just as I arrived) and rapped on the driver's side window as loudly as I could; partly so they could hear me, partly so they knew I was serious. He meekly began to open the door, which I so generously helped him open to the widest possible position, and continued to rip him a new one.

I assertively, but not aggressively, expounded on how I had been sleeping, how they so rudely woke me up, and the music needed to be turned DOWN. I finished by saying repeatedly, "I was asleep. I was asleep. I was sleeping." and for a little extra umph, I said, " I was sleeping with my baby." He looked a little ashamed (which he should be) and said, "I know" to which I replied, "Please" in a plaintive tone, and then "Thank you".

Then I marched home.

They went inside.

I must say, I enjoy conflict when I am so clearly in the right. It's fun to get a little heinous on a pesky rascal's anus. But still, let's hope it doesn't happen again.


Mama C-ta said...

Ah, brings back memories from when I lived in the Mexican ghetto in Atlanta. Although I didn't have a baby then and I was too scared to go out and yell at them!

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TulipGirl said...

We lived in apartments inhabited primarily by college students when we had two little ones. What we didn't realize when we moved in was the big, non-descript building in the parking lot, 15 feet from our door, was a bar.

Live music on the weekends, with their backdoor wide open. Oh, yes. And the college guys in the adjacent apartment? Hubby went over once because he thought someone had been killed. Nope, just a drunken brawl.

Honestly, though, if you are going to live next to a bar and a bunch of drunkards, college ones at least make it feel like a safe neighborhood.