Just a good ole boy…
Our neighbor, let’s call him Bo Duke, likes to party. Mostly he does this on the weekends or when there’s nice weather outside. He’s got a pool, a hot tub and an outdoor stereo system.
And he’s asked if we mind him building an 8 foot fence.
Heaven only knows what kind of debauchery will occur behind that grand fence.
Yesterday was a “snow day” for most. A delayed opening for me. The sleet and freezing rain (which I still don’t fully understand) started coming down around 8:00 pm Tuesday night. Schools were closing left and right thanks to ICE STORM 2009.
Dun, dun, dunnnn…
So we pretty much knew when we went to bed that sleet plus rain plus temperatures in the low 20’s equals sleeping late.
Bo realized this as well and took it upon himself to have a little party in celebration. Well, sure. Just because you’re a 40 something divorced guy is no reason to let the young whipper-snappers have all the fun.
And thus, Chris and I were awakened at 1:00 am with the sounds of his bass thumping against our walls.
We lay there probably 30 – 45 minutes before I said, “How long do we let this go on?”
Like the good husband he is, Chris promptly got out of bed, threw on some clothes and headed out to ask Bo, politely, to turn down his music.
After a great deal of banging on the front door and finally the window, Bo answered and said, “Alright”.
So sorry to spoil your fun there, Dude.
And Bo was kind enough to leave it turned down about 20 minutes before he cranked it back up. Chris was almost back to sleep but I was no where near it. Finally, I left and went to the Auburn room. That’s the second time in the last month Bo has forced me out of my warm, comfy king-size bed into the hard, old as the hills, twin bed.
Now here’s my question. What do we do with this situation?
I know Linda will recommend I bake him some cookies and kill him with kindness. That strategy might work were it not for the fact that the man gives me the creeps. Rumor on the street (meaning our neighborhood busybody, Lucy) is he was arrested and tasered for sexually harassing a woman at one of his parties.
Seriously. And did you catch the part about this man living next door to me?
All that to say, I have no intentions of going any where near him. But we’re open to other suggestions. Obviously, we’re the killjoys and he likely sees us as nothing but that. However, we did pay to move into a nice family-friendly quiet neighborhood. We just didn’t know the remake of “Old School” would be happening next door to us.
And no, he wasn’t there when we bought the house. He moved in after us.
Send us your thoughts and suggestions. Or a better set of earplugs.
Our neighbor, let’s call him Bo Duke, likes to party. Mostly he does this on the weekends or when there’s nice weather outside. He’s got a pool, a hot tub and an outdoor stereo system.
And he’s asked if we mind him building an 8 foot fence.
Heaven only knows what kind of debauchery will occur behind that grand fence.
Yesterday was a “snow day” for most. A delayed opening for me. The sleet and freezing rain (which I still don’t fully understand) started coming down around 8:00 pm Tuesday night. Schools were closing left and right thanks to ICE STORM 2009.
Dun, dun, dunnnn…
So we pretty much knew when we went to bed that sleet plus rain plus temperatures in the low 20’s equals sleeping late.
Bo realized this as well and took it upon himself to have a little party in celebration. Well, sure. Just because you’re a 40 something divorced guy is no reason to let the young whipper-snappers have all the fun.
And thus, Chris and I were awakened at 1:00 am with the sounds of his bass thumping against our walls.
We lay there probably 30 – 45 minutes before I said, “How long do we let this go on?”
Like the good husband he is, Chris promptly got out of bed, threw on some clothes and headed out to ask Bo, politely, to turn down his music.
After a great deal of banging on the front door and finally the window, Bo answered and said, “Alright”.
So sorry to spoil your fun there, Dude.
And Bo was kind enough to leave it turned down about 20 minutes before he cranked it back up. Chris was almost back to sleep but I was no where near it. Finally, I left and went to the Auburn room. That’s the second time in the last month Bo has forced me out of my warm, comfy king-size bed into the hard, old as the hills, twin bed.
Now here’s my question. What do we do with this situation?
I know Linda will recommend I bake him some cookies and kill him with kindness. That strategy might work were it not for the fact that the man gives me the creeps. Rumor on the street (meaning our neighborhood busybody, Lucy) is he was arrested and tasered for sexually harassing a woman at one of his parties.
Seriously. And did you catch the part about this man living next door to me?
All that to say, I have no intentions of going any where near him. But we’re open to other suggestions. Obviously, we’re the killjoys and he likely sees us as nothing but that. However, we did pay to move into a nice family-friendly quiet neighborhood. We just didn’t know the remake of “Old School” would be happening next door to us.
And no, he wasn’t there when we bought the house. He moved in after us.
Send us your thoughts and suggestions. Or a better set of earplugs.
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