After reading the post: "Anyone else think this is a bit strange?" I thought about my worst, or funniest, story about New Year's Eve.
We live in a steep neighborhood, very residential. We live in a house on the "middle" level. There are houses above us and houses below us off the side street cul-du-sacs.
When Ben and Jen were young, we didn't go out for New Year's Eve. We knew that one of the homeowners below to our right had been letting his nephew stay there for free. The nephew had a New Year's Eve party.
It started with the cars. There were calls parked all up and down the no-so-main street. Not only did people park and block one of my driveways, but they walked on my lawn because we do not have a sidewalk.
That was just to start. The party of young adults was very loud and we could here the music. It would have been okay if the party broke up a little after midnight. Yeah, right.
Around 3 am the party broke up. Our master bedroom faces the street so I heard all of the party goers talking and laughing to get to their cars and walking on my lawn.
The worst was a young woman. I could hear high heels clicking on the street - if you really saw my street you would wonder how this could be. She kept calling, "Tony! Tony!" I had visions of Tony having rolled down the hill in front of my house and wound up in our pool. All I could think of was,
"I SURE HOPE THAT TONY IS A CAT!"
We live in a steep neighborhood, very residential. We live in a house on the "middle" level. There are houses above us and houses below us off the side street cul-du-sacs.
When Ben and Jen were young, we didn't go out for New Year's Eve. We knew that one of the homeowners below to our right had been letting his nephew stay there for free. The nephew had a New Year's Eve party.
It started with the cars. There were calls parked all up and down the no-so-main street. Not only did people park and block one of my driveways, but they walked on my lawn because we do not have a sidewalk.
That was just to start. The party of young adults was very loud and we could here the music. It would have been okay if the party broke up a little after midnight. Yeah, right.
Around 3 am the party broke up. Our master bedroom faces the street so I heard all of the party goers talking and laughing to get to their cars and walking on my lawn.
The worst was a young woman. I could hear high heels clicking on the street - if you really saw my street you would wonder how this could be. She kept calling, "Tony! Tony!" I had visions of Tony having rolled down the hill in front of my house and wound up in our pool. All I could think of was,
"I SURE HOPE THAT TONY IS A CAT!"