July 12, 2009
Perfect Timing
Mrs. Robbo left yesterday to attend that ultimate of henfests, the baby shower for the impending arrival of Mr. & Mrs. LMC's third (who, if I had any say in the matter, would be named Jane Tiberia LMC, but let it go).
Little did any of us know that the people living across the street from Orgle Manor were planning to throw a wedding reception in their back yard last evening. They're from somewhere on the Subcontinent, so all evening I had to endure bad Indian rock music punctured by a guy on a mic who, even though I couldn't understand what he was saying, sounded just like Bill Murray's lounge singer.
This went on until well past midnight.
The Llama-ettes, of course, slept right through it, but I lay wide awake until seemingly the last car had departed.
*Yawn*
Posted by Robert at July 12, 2009 02:18 PM | TrackBackYou are very patient. At 10:01pm I would have called the neighborhood security company and shut them down.
Posted by: Lynellen at July 12, 2009 02:54 PMWow, wish I had a shower for the third (or anything past the first) crumb-cruncher. I'd register for firearms and Cabernet.
Posted by: Mink Monica at July 12, 2009 04:19 PMWe used to get Cinco De Mayo from our next door neighbors. Nothing says, "Hello, morning sickness!" quite like that salsa beat.
Posted by: jen at July 12, 2009 04:31 PMWell, at least no one was setting off home made bombs, like our neighbors did last night.
Posted by: GroovyVic at July 12, 2009 07:44 PM
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