It's official folks - I am now that guy.
It's not like I purposely set out to be that guy. It wasn't my life long dream to become that guy. I actually tried my best to avoid becoming THAT guy.
It just sorta happened. Ya know, outta my control.
You see one minute I am a cool, with-it, got it going on, hot dad. I can roll with the punches and hang with the best of them. Then the next thing ya know, I am calling the cops on my nextdoor neighbors to shut down their Halloween festivities.
I have become THAT guy.
Was it that the my darling 17 month old could not sleep? Not in the least bitl. She was dead to the world enjoying her dreams of ponies and princesses or whatever else captivates a 17 month old's brain. She could have cared less that a bunch of twenty somethings were raging next door. She was clueless.
It was me.
I was the one annoyed. It had been a long week full of meetings, deadlines, colds and problems. I wanted to sleep but the music and rumble of laughter and fun was keeping me from getting my beauty rest.
So I did it.
That's right. I did it. I called 311, they patched me to 911 and I called the cops. I played the Grinch that tried to steal Halloween.
Now I am THAT GUY. And all I feel is old. Guess it's time for my AARP membership?
19 comments:
Welcome to the club. Have some punch and fat-free cookies.
I've done it...
Just turn off the hearing aid... it works apparently.
Well, you better not be that age yet.... you have about 17 years and your house will be having its own parties! lol
From a mom who has came home to find out "our house is the perfect party house"
Or the cops at our door for loud music... or the loud drum playing in the garage... or a "strange car parked out front"
Yeah we seriously have AARP in our neighborhood.
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Relish your entrance to the club! We have nice, sensible furniture that's comfortable, but not TOO comfortable.
And I believe Always Home and Uncool has already pointed you over to the punch bowl.
But why would they put you through to 911 instead of the non-emergency number? Seems odd to me.
I have so been there my man...and now, I am surprised that our neighbors have not called the cops our our daughter's (18) parties.
Regardless...about to turn 42...there are many things these days that make me feel old...calling the cops is the least of it.
Maybe you could invest in earplugs.
Or better yet, just think... in the years ahead maybe you'll be fortunate to have a hearing aid that you can just mute.
Magical. Instant silence.
Every now and then, my husband and I will catch ourselves complaining to each other about the volume of the backyard parties at the house behind ours.
Then we'll share a look - a sad, knowing, oh-my-gawd-we've-become-our-parents look.
Then we chase the neighbor kids of our lawn, pull up our knee high socks, drink our ovaltine and go to bed.
I heard Costco sells Metamucil by the tub.
Thankfully our neighbors are older than us so no wild parties next door to us!
Thanks. I couldn't hear "Matlock" over all that racket.
Back in my day the youngsters respected their elders.
And stay off my lawn!
Since you couldn't sleep anyway you should have just joined in the festivities.
Commence practicing of shaking fist at air at least 3 times a day.
I would like to thank you all for the advice and well wishes.
James I have torn a muscle in my bicep thanks to your advice.
Ilina I won't even begin to tell you want the Metamucil did.
Trooper, Matlock rocks.
Always Home and Uncool, those cookies were terrific, although I have heartburn now.
Wannabe, my Whisper3000 has set off car alarms across the block, not sure what happened.
I am off to put on a pair of Depends and hit the Bingo circuit.
Thats rad, I would have done it. A month ago I went out in the middle of the night and yelled at my neighbors for the same thing.
Thanks to you, those partiers have an even better story to tell. "Our party was so rockin', the cops SHUT IT DOWN! Woo-hoo!!!"
:-)
WoW is this really what I have to look forward to when I get older? Maybe the single life will keep me young awhile longer I can handle the late partying its the neighbors diesel leaving at 5 am that kills me!!!
It's the Circle of Life, brother, don't sweat it. Did you stand out on your porch shaking your cane at them?
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