Oh my god. Across-the-street neighbors (the ones who, as soon as the temperature is over 50, sit on their front porch and converse with each other by BELLOWING at each other across 2 feet of space) have been having some sort of hootenanny since 4:30 today. It's 10:30 now, and more and more people have been showing up all night.
The stereo got dragged out on the porch half an hour ago. And look, I like Queen Latifah as much as the next person, but it's goddamn Tuesday night!!! I sincerely hope that something amazing happened, like someone won the lottery or got out of prison, that necessitates them celebrating right now, instead of waiting until the weekend like normal people.
Seriously? 10:30? I don't want to be the asshole who calls the police, because they're going to know it was us (the house next to them is abandoned, so it wouldn't be them).
The Boy is googling parabolic reflectors. Seriously.