Actually, this post has nothing to do with my hearting Autumn. I just liked the title. It's about one of the great traditions that occur during Autumn. Well, two great traditions, in fact. The first such tradition being that of college kids throwing obnoxiously loud parties at all hours during the week. The other tradition (which I am oddly quite fond of) is that of me calling the cops on said partygoers and throwers at 1:30 in the morning.
There is a house next door to my abode which is populated entirely by young college kids. Boys, mostly. In the past, the previous occupants of said domicile (also college kids) have hosted some ragers, which have provoked either me or my Lovely Bride to summon the local constabulatory, much to the chagrin of the Kids Next Door. We often warn them of the impending Police Action, which causes their guests to flee the house like rats off a sinking ship, which in turn causes me to giggle with delight. Once, we had the father of one of the kids next door (who was in fact providing alcohol to these kids, and making Dirty Old Man faces at the nubile young ladies in attendance) try to convince us that everything was cool, and that we should be cool.This new group of kids are obviously amatuer partythrowers. They didn't bring down the wrath of the Angry Neighbor Who Has To Get Up And Roast Coffee At Six A.M. on this occasion, but I did notice that even though they seemed to have had a good start on the festivities, the event fizzled to almost nothing at about 1a.m., save one inebriated chap who insisted on hollering "YEAH!" every minute or so for about 15 minutes. After that, nothing. I heard kids going down the walk, car doors closing and ignitions...igniting, and then silence. At that point I was able to return to my sleep.
I can tell that, in light of the past few nights' revelries next door, the Duluth P.D. is going to be hearing a lot from me this fall. I'll be damned if I'm going to let a houseful of disrespectful Trustafarians interrupt what is an otherwise nice neighborhood. If they're quiet and don't tromp across my yard, piss on my house, or leave Keystone Ice Light Light cans and red kegger cups all over the place, we're going to get along. Sure they spend a lot fo money to go to this school. Sure they spend a lot of (mommy and daddy's) money while they're here, but they don't see the rest of the neighborhood around them that are Real Adults, and not thirteenth graders who have jobs and careers and children and don't party instead of study at the drop of a hat.
Yeah, I was 22 once, but I wasn't a drunken belligerant idiot, and I didn't hang out with drunken belligerant idiots either. I certainly don't deserve to have my sleep interrupted by a kid who should be applying himself to his work and study.
