Well, last Thursday night, my husband was studying for his level 2 exam of the CFA (Chartered Financial Analyst), the exam that he's studied every evening and weekend for since the beginning of the year. And my neighbour had a rip-roaring party going on next door.
Her name is Jess too. Let's face it, her sound system puts ours to shame. I guess like the old 33 year olds that we are, we just don't feel the need to blast our eardrums with the base and volume on high. [Goes back to knitting and watching Golden Girls]. By the time 11 pm rolled around I knocked on her door. Actually I banged the shit out of it.She either ignored me or couldn't hear me over her douche-douche music. I went to the lounge room window and banged on it hard. Just hard enough not to break it, it's a fine line but one I have evidently mastered.
I could see her. Frozen against her dining room wall, while her friends all went silent at the dining room table, a couple of them must have been whispering to her what to do next. Ignore me? Really? Is that an option when I'm standing at the lounge room window looking right at you? I can see you. She finally turned and looked at me. I threw my hands up in the air at her and yelled turn the music down. The music went off. I walked back to my place, muttering all the lovely names for them only a classy woman like me would.
She said she would turn the music down. And she did. I was stoked. I could finally go to bed. It took me until around 12.15pm or 12.30pm to finally drift off because I had so much adrenaline running through me from having to confront someone I don't know.
At 1am, I'm woken by loud shouting. I looked out the window and there's a whole heap of young chicks out in her front yard, and on the street, a couple of them holding goon bags (Aussie for wine in a box). I again find myself on Jess' porch. I am almost in tears this time. I'm half awake and exhausted. She tried to hug me and say she was sorry. Of course the cab shows up then to take the drunk bitches home. I go back to bed, adrenaline pumping.
At 2am I'm woken up again by loud, shouting voices. Oh, and forgot to mention I have my ear plugs in the whole time, along with a de-humidifier going next to my bed. This time I'm completely out of it. I have a rage come over me that I haven't felt in a very long time, perhaps since the vomit on our car happened with the tenants who lived there before them.
I don't even bother with shoes this time, even though it's so freaking cold outside. I rush across the lawn while 3-4 guys in front of the house, on the street, yell after me. That just enrages me more. It was just so confronting to be the only woman out there. I go up to the door, which of course is wide open, in winter and 2am in the f@#king morning. I bang on the door and Jess' friend says she will go upstairs and get her. I start yelling. Something I would never normally do if I was fully awake. I yelled like the Aussie it's taken me 13 years to become. "OI, JESS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!!" Then I hear the guys in the street say to me "OI, OI, SHUT THE F@#K UP!" Mocking my Canadian accent. I had some choice words for them right back, but really did not feel safe standing there, alone with these guys staring and yelling at me. I heard someone else yell from inside the house at me. I also heard someone snoring. Yes, an incentive for me to yell more. "OH, I'M SORRY. AM I BEING TERRIBLY INCONSIDERATE? WERE YOU SLEEPING AND I'VE WOKEN YOU? HOW HORRIBLY RUUUUUUDE OF ME! WAS YOUR SLEEP PRECIOUS TO YOU AND I'VE STOLEN THAT FROM YOU. I'M SO SORRY. OI, JESS!!!!
She comes down the stairs, fully awake, surprised to see me. What's wrong she asks in an innocent voice. I explain how her friends have woken me. She says she turned down the music earlier when I complained and she's not sure what else she can do. I told her she could take responsibility for her party. She could ask her friends to stop shouting in the street. She finally told them to be quiet when I told her they were swearing at me. I told I'd be contacting her landlord in the morning to ask him why he has such rude tenants.
Since it was technically morning already, I stayed true to my word and went directly home and texted him. We'll see what comes of that.
Next time I should plant a weapon and call the Po-po.