Our upstairs neighbor threw a party last night. She let us know, which was very polite of her. She said it would start around 6 and end at 11, because she would be moving on to another party.
So the H took me on a date last night, we left the house around 630 and came back around 1030. The party was still in full swing, complete with people on both the upstairs and downstairs porch, people in the yard, and cars everywhere.
(We share a duplex .... she lives upstairs and has her own private porch, we share a downstairs porch, and we have the entire downstairs unit)
This is an old house, about 100 years old, complete with hardwood floors in every room. SOUND TRAVELS. Our poor pups were a nervous wreck, they'd been listening to nothing but BOOM BOOM BOOM since we'd left. You could hear everything - every step, every word, every scream and yell, since for some reason, they felt compelled to let out big "WHOOP"s every five minutes or so.
I was prepared to be okay with the party going to midnight. Oh no, it didn't stop until 2:00 a.m. To say we slept like
would be an understatement.
I am so mad and irritated. Houston doesn't have any sort of law governing noise (at least, no law I know about) so it's not as if she has to cut the music off at a certain time. I don't really want to complain to our management company, since we are the only two people in this house, she'd know where the complaint came from. Did I mention I hate confrontation?
It's going to be nap central around here today.
On good news, last night we went to Borders as part of our date, and I bought "The Pregnancy Book" by Dr. Sears and his wife. It's been good so far - a good blend of writing styles and advice. It just makes me smile because it's the first pg book I've bought since we found out about Pompui, it's like, I'm actually allowed to buy these books now!